[ WP ] Earth was never meant to habitable . It was meant to be a prison for the worst creatures in the universe . Today , the jailers have landed to inspect their prison .

( PART 1 ) `` Must be the storms coming in from the north, its like-like every year this happens around spring break..'', its six in the morning as I unwillingly eavesdrop on the early morning phone call Miko takes, ``..cant it be any other week? Like perhaps a week where weather doesnt exist?''. Miko cant help but make the world appear falling apart when dramatising about our year long planned trip to the Virgin Islands. Neither of us have ever been to a beach before, and through the years of our friendship, or rather'bro-mance', we would often go to raves or out hiking around the national park near us to escape our reality. We met in our sophomore year of college..almost five years ago now..and have since been in the same boat, which is; college debt, broken relationships, hangovers, terrible job interviews and ultimately our dropping out of college during our junior year. 
 
 Content is a word I could use to describe the flow of life at the moment. Nothing spikes up out of control on the richter scale enough to stress me out, of course being a barista is neither the easiest or hardest of the jobs to have. Every morning when i'm not awakened earlier than I should be from Miko my schedule sees me working out for an hour including a light swim at the indoor community apartment pool. Both forms of exercise put my senses into a state of euphoria, eventually so much so that addictive thoughts of it form when im at work brewing coffee. My love for getting a smooth cardio exercise in is almost on par with my love for coffee, hence me working as a barista, and unfortunately with a wasted degree in Psychology. 
 
 `` Listen man if we see the storms happening again like last year down there, because look..I see..I can see on the radar the patch of severe coming through. So if that stays then once again me and Xander wont be able to make it and we'll cancel our trips.'' Miko explains to his college friend whom I never met and coincidentally owns a shop at one of the hotels at Charlotte-Amolie, that the hurricane is too much of a problem to make it down there. Finally he hangs up the phone. 
 
 `` So if we end up cancelling im gon na just call work and have them fill me in for next week, more money isnt a bad option.'' Miko listens and shows a face of dissapointment. 
 
 `` Dude you always work, I mean I know this trip probably wont happen but at least im trying to think positive for it. Why do you want to give up so soon?'' 
 
 `` Yeah I know, life is crazy man but I still have to prepare for emergencies or random excursions. The trip isnt likely to happen so ill just save more money for a roadtrip or something.'' 
 
 `` Sure, whatever works for you. You getting ready for work?'' 
 
 Its around seven in the morning now and my shift isnt for another few hours. My alarm was set at eight so im contemplating getting a few more minutes of shuteye, or a quick workout. Slowly the choices of the two and the quick passing of minute after minute before work stresses me out. First, the trip isnt happening and secondly I want a raise, suddenly my mind is forming tributaries of doubt. My eyes are dreary. 
 
 `` Was going to take a swim then a shower and leave, im beyond tired though.'' What was my last day before vacation turned into an average monday. 
 
 `` Cool, I got the day off so im just going to use it for sleep.'' Which he does immediately after saying that, quite selfishly seeing as he woke me up. 
 
 Looking out the window onto the shiny concrete wet from a light drizzle under the grey sky I imagine myself just walking. Step after step there grows a picture, of life passing by endlessly like a photo album showing me memories ive forgotten. The clouds and scent of rain triggers my brain to start heading down memory lane, none are specific enough to detail every little thing placed in it but the common trait in them is the atmosphere. Whether its the slow moving wall of cumulonimbus clouds rolling in over the city or the lush and colorful sun rays hitting through them, my first observation is the sky with my memories relying on it. 
 
 Lately my head has been on the outer reaches of the solar system it seems, searching for signs of commonalities to what ive seen or can relate to. As is the minds of many human beings like myself, living and wondering until the end meets. Certain few actually put the pieces together for all of us to progress and explore while laying a foundation for humankind to add on to. 
 
 What if my studies were wasted on Psychology? Cant turn back time yet I feel as though I made a mistake not choosing another subject. Possibly a degree in Physics & Astronomy could have been a better choice, or a more fulfilling one at least. 
 
 As those thoughts stay steady my body goes on autopilot and gets ready for another day of work. Coffee will take my mind off of it.
