Today might be the 1st of April, but this post isn't a joke. Already it is April, a third of the new year has passed.
Time... such a precious concept.
It was only yesterday I remember school, hating PT, dealing with studies, then bam.
Work. A new life. The winds of change.
I guess even though I'm halfway to my deathbed, I'm still discovering who I am.
Pensive, the day is, so the pseudo poet writes.
Go with the flow I guess.