Future ghosts in And here we go.

When a door closes, another one opens, your house is probably haunted.

I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know where I’m going.

There’s always some new exciting adventure.
Getting a fellowship to bond together for this is proving to be hectic.

We’re beyond putting all eggs in one basket, we’ve put all the baskets in one big rocking basket, like a rollercoaster to hell.

Perhaps my fellow adventurers lack the flare for the dramatic.
Or perhaps I’m way too disconnected, distanced from normal, expectant life to understand their struggles.

I wish I wasn’t so tired.

I await summer.
I’m a tropical fruit.

Winter, multiple layers of clothes and the general coldness of all surfaces is off putting.

گھوم چرخڑا
چرخڑا گھوم چرخڑا
چرخڑا گھوم چرخڑا سائیاں دا
تیری کتن والی جیوے