as children we all viewed the wold as a glorious beautiful place flooded with sunshine, adorned by rainbows and pink fluffy clouds and littered with countless flowers in a myraid of colours. we loved the world and it loved us. or at least we thought it did. as we gow older and our glasses slowly loose their cherry tint, we come to realise that the bales of cotten in the skies are actually shades of dark threatening grey. the flowers have withered and the pavements are drenched with the rain.

sunshine rarely seems to last for very long in my world and some how i always seem to find myself thrown back into the shadows just as i begin to get used to the warm glow on my skin.

life's too short to waste waiting for something to happen. i need to create my own chances and make something out of myself.

its like walking precariously along the middle of the roads as the cars simply whisk by. some blarring their horns, others swerving or slowing down but yet i am simply just oblivious to it all as i continue perched along that white dotted line and everything from school to lectures to people just simply just pass me by.