Pray

I was stuck. I could not do my essay. I left the study room and went into the sun.

Did you know that they just built a small pathway behind the bus stop at YIH that leads to nothing but a big signboard saying NUSSU?

I followed the path and sat on on the concrete slab next to the NUSSU letters.

And I sat there for a long time, listening to crickets and busses, footsteps and voices.

Just me and NUSSU separated from the rest of the world by a sea of green.

I hate writing long essays. Does a writer start writing before he knows what he's going to write about?

Looks like I'm going to have to do that.

Dear God... help me.