The After-6.

We are in this constant state of randomness. We are like the nonsensical molecules bouncin off the walls of an enclosed room. Shift the walls closer, make us bounce crazier.

Randomness. We are little lifeless mindless cogs glued to the little chairs. Our souls don't live as yet. Our minds have a life of their own, and move with the random flow. Which part of the good day counts?

But come 6, the mind dies; the soul lives. We salute the good old brain cells that have selflessly sacrificed themselves along the way. We wave the white flag against the sunset and set sail to the horizon.

And there - let's celebrate life.Cheers.

The Cranberries - Zombie

Daughtry - Feels like tonight