Momentum

The lack of updates was caused by a desperate need to finish summer homework.

Which, in the end, didn't happen.
Which, due to my inability to finish any of the English assignments, I failed my summer reading test today.


Things are never too hard once it becomes a habit, a routine.

A chaotic life only leads to confusion and results in frustration, depression, irritability, and lost of all hope.
My, that sounds dangerously like a certain pre-periodic hemorrhage symptom, doesn't it?

Ones they start rolling, they'll slowing gain momentum, only to stop by a tiny, occation (and relieving) speed bumps along the road, sprinkled here and there, before that momentum from getting out of control, before it becomes impossible to correct as it rolls into the gutter and polluted marshes, before it misses any small, rewarding scenic trails that tells you 'enjoy this—you'll never be able to experience it again', before it rushes through that road and to the end, ignoring any hitchhikers who just might make that trip more enjoyable, before you turn into a robot that lives only by momentum.

But there are always those big ones. The big holes that either forces that hard earned momentum to stop, or the ones that slows it down considerably.

Getting out of that hole and start on the road again never seems more difficult.

It never goes the way intended, but always, always, just happened to roll back into that moss-laid hole, shaded from that scorching and dry road, a sactuary to hide from reality.

With enough determination, though, it's not impossible to get that momentum going again.

Rolling, rolling.

That's why some of us don't feel the summer comming, although it's the last day of school, you know? - Momentum, a 40 minute piece of work.