Such happy days. I hope they never end. Close friends, lip-smacking food, stash, music, movies, rains- a recipe for a perfect weekend. I hate goodbyes, the finality of leaving. Imagine yourself at the shore, watching the ship billowing smoke as it sets off. All you can do is wait. And i can never wait, for either i jump and sink or swim till my arms gives way. Either way i'm going down. But in the depths lies stillness. May be that is what i want. Not a Waiting for Godot situation. Endless wait= tyranny of time. I want to conquer time in that still moment- stretch it, hold it, perfect it. I don't know what I 'm saying. I never know. But at least I know that you know. And if you know, the world will conspire to make me know. So yeah. Cool