Reluctant to go

It's past 2pm and I'm still here, at the same spot I've been since I woke up 3 hours ago.

It's funny really but I can't seem to make myself stand-up and do anything else. I should be taking a bath, eating lunch, packing my bags and going back to the boarding house but I'm reluctant to do any of those. You know why? Because I know, one step will lead to another and time would speed up again. I will find myself in the middle of a chaotic school-day again, walking, running just to keep up to the fast-paced spin of the University. I feel like someone inside a car that's moving at top speed, looking out the window, seeing people, things being passed by but none of them registering in my mind, none of them forming coherent forms, all of them just mere blurry images. It's discomforting.

But I can't drag this any longer. I have to take the plunge, hope for the best and believe that eventually the car would stop and I can get out to see the beauty of still waters again.

I'm leaving this week-end but I'm not saying goodbye because soon, very soon, we'll meet again...