tuesday evening, 9pm. 5th floor, SL. the upper most corner of the medical school building. Ive finally finished my coursework. PBL 2.9 awaits. planning for the dec holidays awaits. home awaits me. life and an abundant future awaits us. But i feel the weight on my heart and shoulders so great. Tonight, is the coldest and stillest night ive spent in Glasgow. The road along University avenue seems awfully empty, and the lights that shine come only from Byres Road.the darkness echoes on and on.

The weight, the unbearable weight of not being.. able. able.

the night seems so long, and when the dawn breaks, fear awaits. fear of an unknown future, not only mine, but those whom i hold dear.

face to face with purity-a white rose.its petals were being pulled out. the lift door closed between. and that was the last scene.

i was the "non-culprit",guilt and forlorn.
the paradox.