Irreducibly real

Damn!
I can feel it.
This is gonna be one of those nights.
Nights where i got an assignment due the next day.
And no mood to do them.
Think i juz gotta let time tick away, then i'll start.
Thought i could juz push everything out of my mind and juz get down to studying and mugging.
Like i said, it's juz a thought.
Hope tomolo's production proceeds smoothly.
The feeling from juz now has persisted.
Refuses to leave me.
Even with the threat of speeding down the highway at 140km/h.
Cajoling it with sweet promises and music didnt help either.
So now back home after a nite drive, feeling the same as i had left.
Maybe it might go away if i let it gain permanence in the form of this post.
Irreducibly real.
Maybe it might leave if i ignore it.
Juz like how spoilt brats crying for attention ought to be ignored.
Maybe it might pack up and go if i immerse myself in work.
Some stories are short.
Some are freaking long.
The length actually doesnt matter.
What matters is whether we know how they end.
And after knowing how a story would end, let it be.
Let it end the way it is supposed to.
"Supposed to"
Very subjective i would say.
Short stories can be beautiful as well.
The pace of the progress and the abrupt ending is what gives them their merit.
In the chapters of our lives, countless stories are constantly being written and ended.
With the end of one story, another begins.
Cyclical.
People, esp gals, seems to be always on the look-out for romantic stories.
I tend to think romance is juz a state of mind.
Nothing concrete.
Nothing tangible.
And elusive.
Sigh...
I have absolutely where i'm headed on this post.
Juz as i have no idea how some stories will end.
Think i shall start.
On my work.
That's begging me.