FROM CLASSROOM SCRIBBLES
Torn between the glimpses of the bygone and a vague premonition of the near future. But there exists dark, abandoned corners of colorless peace which push you into profound tranquility. But does serenity precipitate pleasant reminiscences or disappointing thoughts? Maybe, the brooding is incessant and the mystery will be unraveled in the course of this indefinite journey; indefinite because of an uncertain destination. And then again, is destination the ultimate? They say death marks the end - the final breath rife of the scent of all that a lifetime has touched, abruptly interrupted and soon it ceases to exist. The finale happens and soon you leave behind memories - both evanescent and indelible.