Searching between the sheets

Here we go.

There are only two options. Either i'd do IT, or I am forced do something else. No rocket science there definitely, but its not that simple. So while I am munching on my take-out and listening to Ben Howard, I pray so hard that I come to an end of a conclusion by the end of this night.

Oh this darn songs. The thing about my songs (referring to my type of music) is that if they hit you, they hit you real hard, right down to the core. Maybe, well just maybe, this is a sign, a divine intervention of some sort, telling me what I should do. But of course, its still up to me.