Intempesta Nox

I can see the minute hand of the grandfather clock slowly inching its way to the upright position, as if it was really a grandfather. *snickers* How time flies...I am supposed to be leaning towards my scholarly pursuits yet here I am, pursuing what? Emptiness...Numbers and words what are they? I have many thoughts, but Time does not allow me to scribe all them down for she is a merciless mistress. Kind at times when you have make her happy, unyielding as an iron poke when you step on her tail. My days have so far ended up topsy turvy because of her. Some days twenty-four hours, some days less. How am I going to lead a mortal life if this goes on?

Enough said about her, she is looking daggers at me again. I fear that I am going to walk away with a few hours lesser for tomorrow. How is your day my dear reader? Is it happy? Or is it tragically sad? Filled with colours as someone had told mr before? Or is it all in sepia? For you, may it be colourful then. Not everyone has the tenacity to carry all the darkness within oneself. Truely, ipso facto, you can see that some have been given the task to carry the burden no matter how heavy and painful through the end of days lest the prophecy comes true. I have said too much for my own good. Have an early night my dear reader...

Yours truly

Aristocrat