Spawning out complex literature shouldn't be the main thing to do when my papers are over, yet I find myself doing that at night more often than not... Contemplating the future and what I can do to make this holiday more productive than the last, really stirs the mind and a good night's sleep gets hard to come by. I would guess that it's because of the exams stress that's been bringing me down... sigh.

A click, feet firmly on the pedal.

Grip tightening around the bars, without a sound and you're off.

Scenery flies by, purport less, pointless.

Breath after breath, fatigue begins so descend.

Surrealism, Transcendence.

An unearthly feeling till you finally stop.

Everything makes sense now.