splishy splashy

It is scary to see how days skip away with barely a ripple, like pebbles skimming on the surface of lakes. Plop, plop, and down it sinks, swallowed by the placid stillness. It occurs to me that I speak too much in metaphors. Probably because it is much easier to hide under. Or I'm just dressy like that, cue finger-snap, ouh burn! I do not know why I just typed that.. Week 5 has just ended, and oh me, oh my, I have barely begun on assignments. But there is still time. Hopefully. These are the best days; these are the days that I want to remember while splayed supine on the couch, counting the number of cow-like clouds. My heart has wandered down its own path, and I haven't got the guts to face up to it. We will leave it to time once again! The only solution for everything.

( sitting on the sea )