As the busy days past, the boring days rise

As the busy days past, the boring days rise

i stopped to think for a second.. Why am i so free all of the sudden. Have i something that has not been done yet?

But just when i was about to adapt to the boring days, my busy days start surfacing and i have to adapt to another. It is a process throughout my school life, or maybe my entire life.

The enjoyable times, the stressful deadlines, stuck at dead ends.. Life is a never ending process, and you see yourself in the middle of the desert, thinking of the past, present and future..

The question "Why should time pass so slow" will turn into "Why did time pass so fast".. You see one person today, or you might even be very close to a person, but when the next day arrives, you might never see that person again.. What is friendship suppose to mean? How are relationships suppose to be permenently planted into the ground with good nutrients as fertilisers..

Hobbies are something that doesn't last in me..

I see them come and go, crave a deep symbol within a stone in my heart and gets wiped of in the blink of an eye.. The destruction of time and the lack of commitment.. The itch to switch from one thing to another is one repeating process.