Such a pot pourri of thoughts, bubbling in the cauldron of what i hold high upon my shoulders. I don't know what to think. What I should be thinking, stifles and chokes me, harrowing me to the coming alive of some darkest possible consequences. However, what fancies my attention is what i shouldn't be thinking. But why shouldn't? I don't know, this guilt, this unknown feel of ... but it's not wrong... Does everything that makes me happy, HAVE to be wrong?