friskin

So, who is this baby, you ask? It's funny... the people you'll meet, the way they'll define you. What is this change, you ask? Some promise you can't describe. It's all the places I'll go that I couldn't go before, what I'll do there, and who will be there with me.

(Everything good is coming my way. I just hope I don't fuck it up.)

"Humans can predict the future."
"What were you thinking?" "When will this end?"

I am now forced to draw the line between science and superstition... Is it true because I see it, I ask?