Shoulders of giants, tears of a child.

Sometimes you get sucked into life and all that the world has to offer. You forget the niggling thought, and push it to the back of your mind. You stand on one foot, leaning against the handle even as you fight sleep. You think of a million and one things but that thought – it stays. It stays!

Now it’s rearing its ugly head, and I’m feeling a little downtrodden. I never asked for you to do that. Why do you poke your nose into where it is none of your concern?

But the truth, the truth and nothing but the truth is that the fact remains – I need better control and I need to address this issue. The number game teases my mind and yeah it is still the truth: I am old enough to take responsibility. I know what needs to be done, but somehow the mind recoils from the particular subject.

I shouldn’t entrust to he who is much too young to know the difference.