it kind of seems like a rollercoaster ride.

while you stand in line; anticipating- nervous and yet excited. and finally the
....

somehow i lost my train of thoughts.

you know what?

i'm scared.

everything just seems so uncertain and vulnerable, like paper being stuck to the wall with a meagre amount of bluetack. it seems as though a slight breeze coming in from the window would question the strength the bluetack has on the paper. it's hanging on that thin line, that hope- so little yet so important. it might stay yet the percentage of it falling off is high. the "live or die" scenerio scares me. it's sort of like there's more to it than just bluetack, something much more needed. maybe glue? scotchtape?

there's so much more to be done.

my mismatched short sentences which makes no sense are just ramblings.
senseless ramblings.