changeable

the plan was changed, the date, the day, the time, possibly? or not.

To go and see stars, which was much available for now, it would take some hesitation in it.
I wanted to, but if they were not, it will probably pull my throat out.

The physics book stared at me, the bio, as well. I could not help but think if there's a way for I might, manage to flip that deadly front cover, persuading and corrupting my mind, with formulas and devilish cells.

My mind was separated into two now, left and right, and PHYSICally, it would be according to the darn Fleming's left hand rule. N and S.

Whatever.

Plans are changeable. And I manage to smile now.
Ever.

*clear throat*
If only, five of you, would clear minds like how I clear my throat, and if it were possible, please,
kindly,
considerately,

WRITE UR NAME,
PAY THE FEE,
AND GO,
AND WATCH,

mostly, enjoy the scenery,
because it does not last long.