like a river flowing through a narrow valley. forced and pushed and compelled to move on at high speed. and suddenly it become wider and its now in the lower course meanders. only to learn that this water particle didnt make it there first. and is one of the slowest.

thats me now.
things are seemingly calm. but it all depends on the water particle to strive to reach the deltas first. there's no more external pressure. until when there is, it'll be too late. each water particle will be divided into different distributaries. to enter the great oceans in a different angle, at a different place.

and im headed to the sea. i havent chose which distributary. i dont want to enter one by the push of the flow but i want to enter one by choosing and striving for it.


seriously melancholic