sweetness smells like a series of stickers on a primary school exercise book, or a hoarded one bounded with a translucent blue papier mache cover from secondary school. 25/25, it was a thrill! just to know you were giving something all of your own -- blood, sweat & tears; your very own assessment of the world & someone valued it & gave you credit for it. & it made you love the subject so much because you were so inspired, so fired up, so essentially encouraged by the whole scene you pursued it with all your heart, even when it became tougher than you had initially conceived it to be. nonetheless, you hang in there, little baby, just remembering the first sweetness of it all. thank you for making me feel appreciated.

sweetness is watching chuck & blair playing their game & when he finally said those three words, eight letters, & having her to say, "but, can you say it twice?"

sometimes it is not about the meaning or devices or what you intend to convey, it is about the pure evolutionary joy that just grows & grows & grows as we reach closer to the atmosphere. who cares if we fall, when we have come to see that we would not trade what we have for the world.

we have got to hold on to what we have got, it doesnt make a difference whether we make it or not.