Collectivity just stands there while speaking as little as possible, she goes away and everyone is left with they're words still in they're mouths, personally, I've lost attention and I'm moving on to talk about other things. Doing and being something different sometimes means your going to be lonely for most of the time, in these days everyone's detached, yet most of them are exactly the same. Well I'm sorry for being as punctual as I am, people get here late and I end up alone while I wait, where is everyone?

"...everyone here hides shades of shame..." that's how the song goes, and I haven't done that in a while, I've not had reason for shame, and whatever shame there is deep inside my skin, too far inside for me to start worrying about it.

Little has happened lately, been taking it easy these past few days and it's been on purpose, lounging for what might be a very turbulent trip back home, there are people that are expecting me, everyone with different ambitions towards me. Meeting this person I talk with as much, she stepped across my own crossroad, I really didn't have a clear idea on what direction to take, either one is as good as the other, but that feeling of doubt always persists, "If I walk down this road, what am I missing down the other three?" Sometimes I ask myself what would've happened if I never left home? A really idiotic question really, seeing what I've done here, what I've done here was accomplished by so few others, so in a way I've made a name for myself, and some people are labeling me as a "Near-Myth", just because I got my ass out of the hole and got myself out of this continent for two months, hell I was surprised I managed to do what I did.

Anyway, heres to having a pulse!! These people around me seem to lack it.