time goes by.

the hands of the clock, move just a little faster than we want it to. people walk in and out, more than we actually notice. time, slips through our fingers, quicker than quicksand. we talk endlessly, about anything, and everything, and i really mean everything under the sun. i mean, we can talk about bubble tea, and then the next minute, we'll be going on about guitars? i'm sure we're able to study very well together.

not.

fiona plus clara plus mish equals to endless conversations. meaning that, we should never attempt studying together. ever. and uh clara. i think we should put a quota on how much we hang out next time. i can imagine both of us sitting in front of our laptops...lah dee dah.

jump for my love.