water and sprinkly stuff

background noise. grinding my foot into the toe of my shoe hoping it'll break a hole in the floor. glancing at the counselling room window. furtive footsteps in to drink water. baju kurung patterns. the tolling of the electric bells.

the constant need for patience is very humbling. but why force something at the expense of the audience? what is the point of rushing through everything if nothing goes in? we might as well chuck them plastic bags (which we don't even) and off they go. and probably happier too.