Its almost 4 in the morning right now, but I am no where near tired. Kinda sucks when you have school tmr at 10 in the morning. So life's been good, actually too good I fear to wake up tmr morning and have everything stripped off me.

Tonight feels exceptionally quiet, yet just the way I like it. All warm in bed with a book in hand, dying to finish it to know how it ends. Travelling light. Contents, kinda depressing. It saddens me to know that it is happening to someone I came acquainted to by her novel. Things real and how it sores.

"Travel light and you can sing in the face of the robber" - Katrina Kittle