Technicolor.

Every internals gets a post. Yes. And so do you, you Compensatory fool.

I dis-heart you so.

I do not need you, Mass Transfer to fuck up my life.

Just once go easy on me. I’ll behave.

Bring in the guitar, bring in the drums.

Let me live a life of awesomeness of all sorts.

Things can be a lot worse at this point in the semester.

But, somehow I’m doing good.

Somehow, the entire nuisance doesn’t matter.

And, the world is a better place.

Or, maybe it all hasn't started yet.

Something that I read on a random blog recently.

“If I can listen to the start and the end of your laughter, I’d build a house and dig a grave for myself.”

It made me smile.

The words convey such pure emotions.

I love them for it.

No magnitude measured. No direction headed.

A presence. Known. Felt. And sufficed.

Of distant thoughts. Of distant hopes.

Maybe what they say is true – It’s all there; If we want it, if we need it.

Let’s stop talking about Physics.

And write a song now, shall we?!