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He gazed into the sky, watching the passing clouds. Seconds, minutes, hours passed, he’s still there, alone. His mind is filled with thoughts, his heart with emotions. A little a day goes a long way. Accumulated in his heart, the feelings piles up, waiting for that right moment to be released. But the moment is not now, there are more important things that had to be done. Assignments, exams, work, are constantly at the back of his mind, like a virus. He wishes that he could be just like the clouds, passing by silently, without a sound, going where the cold wind blows. He looks at his hands, the hands that crafted the models, essays and drawings. He thought, these hands gave life to a somewhat lifeless object, it inject emotions to drawings, form to models, thoughts into essays, but ironically, they deprive the very architect of these thoughts, these feelings, these life the way he wants things to be. When will the time come? When will Kingdom Come? When will his swan song come? Many questions posed, much more unanswered. He turned and went back to his table. The time for questions is not now. Now is the time for information. He looked at his textbook, and once again bury himself in the world of architecture. The world of design.