Soul say

I should be sleeping, it is way past my bedtime. 33minutes past 00, Spotify is doing its thaang, grinding away and keeping the Fluid speakers thundering away.

I know there are a lot of things in my head, things I want to write about. But given the climate and the fucking mosquitoes, I am not able to put most of my thoughts to words. But yeah, they are there.

Life is a bit too precious, got to make it count. Though the roads are rocky, the wheels gotta turn. The miracles will come by, God knows how to watch his own.

Ride your adventure, its a story worth sharing at the end of the day.

More to write. Another day.