riding solo

swaying on the tip of the threshold of adulthood reminds me, albeit none too gently, that it's about time that we all woke up and smelt the daisies. ultimately, we're all solo travellers who cross each other's paths; for some, the ride's longer, and i guess we are the lucky ones, somewhat. but maturity sticks its big fat nose in to remind us that, sometimes, the ride's gonna be solo when we reach certain crossroads so we've gotta grin and bear it.

i just hope we reach a turning point soon.