Bittersweet everything. It almost seems so real, the smell of the perfume, that scented smell. Sweet sweet indulgence that floated past. I turned my head hoping to catch a glimise of that who had carried that sense. Alas, it was not her. Yet, that scent lingers on in my mind, unlocking forgotten memories that had been locked up in the lost screaming vault.

As much as I would like to compare myself to a Shakespearean actor on life's stage, strutting and fretting until he is heard no more, it hit me with such rancor that I am mere human. Here on this common plane of existance with billions others like me. To do what, I cannot phantom. I am lost, seeking the truth of my existence.

My mind is tied together random thoughts and what nots. Disjointed thoughts and ramblings that seem to find comfort in words.

First week has gone like the autumm leaves inevitably falling off. I had picked up momentum to study.We don't have a choice do we. Hopefully this force continues for the rest of the week.