Just Breathe.

Two Finals Now Done.
Kaput.
Finished.
Ended.
Fini.

Today was rather slack--not because my workload with thin, or because I didn't have a lot to do. Rather--it was that I chose not to do anything. I went to English, and left half way through. Perhaps I figured there was something better to do with my time. Nevertheless, I left, and that was it. I went strolling Whyte Avenue in familiar company in the afternoon, and booked it to my lab final exam when I realized I'd be late.

...Bad News?...
I made it on time.

Moving Along. Accelerating or perhaps drifting. Gliding--or overrated slithering.
3...2...1...launch.

I place my fingers on the key hoping that through divine intervention, the subconsious thoughts of my heart will travel via my central nervous system and be relayed here on the screen in front of me. My hopes failed me. My brain interfered with the process and my concious thoughts are those being portrayed. Perhaps my hands want to type my feelings but fear the consequences.

My heart says one thing--my head says the other.

This my dear online diary, I must call a dillema of sorts. A conflict perhaps. A battle between my concious's. A head on collision with my feelings in the drivers seat. A contest or even a competition for the keys. A struggle for power, a biological tug of war.

My heart desires to feel, while my head desires to think. Unfortunately, sometimes, these two do not go hand in hand. Perhaps here is where the expression arose, "seeing through rose colored glasses". It's as if we can only use one in periods of our lives, and those who choose to see with their hearts--see the world through "rose colored glasses". They see something that isn't real, something that isn't tangible, perhaps something artificial.

I've thought so much now about my rivalry between two sources of opinion that I forgot to say what I wanted to.

Another day, another time.