The Last Gasp

The shore is close.

Its fourteen days away.

Fourteen days to freedom

Fourteen days to bliss

Fourteen days to pure, unadulterated enjoyment.

It an exhilarating experience to play without the shadow of homework on exams lurking behind you. (or in front)

But its fourteen days away. And this fourteen days are hell. Except the Sundays, of course, and a smattering of moments here and there.

I'm swimming in a vast ocean, and its hard to remember to come up and breathe. Because, underwater, there are so many temptations. One wishes to go take a look at that, to take a look at this. It's so rapture-like that I may forget to come up to breathe. If I don't, I'll probably lose sight of the target. Freedom, fourteen days away. Those enjoyments underwater are just counterfeits which ensnare and destroy. I must hold on my concentration, and not let myself get floated away on the currents of temptation.

Its fourteen days of eternity.

Back to Mugging. xD

P.S. I said I wouldn't be posting, but someone asked me too. Oh well.