Whoppers and Roundhouse Kicks

Everyday, we experience something new. Something we would either regret or cherish for a while.

It's just that sometimes, these new things do not fall to any of the two aforementioned class.

They might belong to somewhere explicitly in between, somewhere which could never be put in words and only deduced from the mind.

It's just funny though, that whenever we feel something like it, we accede to just looking at the sky(for we don't know what to do with it) hoping that, one day, we would find the answers to life's skepticisms.

Or if we're really lucky, to its goddamn demeanors.