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splishy splashy
Sep. 10th, 2011 01:00 amIt 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 )
( sitting on the sea )
holding onto the seams
Sep. 4th, 2011 07:06 pmThe semester is well under progress. Readings, projects, response papers, and essays are creeping up on the horizon. Always looming, but for now, we pretend to be ships lost in the fog, unaware and unconcerned. Revelry continues, until that sudden lurch, that sickening crunch when the hull meets the crags. Same old trajectories for the tales of shipwrecks. But there had been gems of days. The barnacle-covered chests of two-hundred-year-old wines. Some memories age well with time. And hahaha, unable to milk the ship analogy any further. Bah.
( blah blah blarg )
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands - E. E. Cummings
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands - E. E. Cummings
forever and ever amen
Aug. 22nd, 2011 04:15 amLast month, two good friends flew back to Australia. Today, another flew off to the States. Next week, my forced-twin will have ended her summer vacation, and be on her way as well. Maybe it is the music, but I am awash in melancholy at this very moment. There was something casual, yet steadfast, about these friendships. The banter, the jokes, the laughs- they unspooled readily and fluidly. Months could pass, but things would still be effortless and unchanging. As the days get more confusing and hectic, it is easy to be thankful for such unassuming company.
( the usual )
