I like how heated water minus away the glitters of coldness that encompassed me even in hot summers when i stripped down to nothing. It makes me feel warm inside out. Then i'll start to slide into another place, into a comfortable sanctuary. The words in my mind would formed like ants bringing food to their queen, becoming images& images more of an imagination than a memory.
Just a simple frustration over not getting some things right would un-consiously let the deep mind-grinding questions out and shatter my concentration into a thousand shards. I promised myself to begin researching on my plans. Pen them down like its imminent. But the normalcy of being confronted on the type of job i'll want just left me feeling lousy. Just lousy.
I scolded myself a dime a dozen, then and now. Maybe because all my life, i'm faced with questions i couldn't answer. So i lived with indecisiveness, tacitly. Watching my selfish world is my forte. Writing how i humanize it, i'm a novice but a desperate one. I adore the artistry of a writer's narrative. It distract me from everyone that hears their own, it makes me concentrate on my existence. So i decided to pause on just writing. For now.
Okay its 1.07a.m. I'm nocturnal when it comes to mind-reliving.
Tml, I must fill at least a partial of my starvation on infos. Anyhow i've been hogging on oranges& those annoyingly addictive tarts at every house we visited. But half the time i practically stuck my face in my book. Except for the last house i was baby-struck. Walking into my niece's bedroom makes you shrink to a child's body. The doll dresses. The keleidoscope of plastics toys. The soft vibes that jibes with tranquil frolicking with her. She's so cute. Also a double plus, my wallet is replenished and i'm eating a becon-egg croissant to celebrate. Happy new year everyone!
Just a simple frustration over not getting some things right would un-consiously let the deep mind-grinding questions out and shatter my concentration into a thousand shards. I promised myself to begin researching on my plans. Pen them down like its imminent. But the normalcy of being confronted on the type of job i'll want just left me feeling lousy. Just lousy.
I scolded myself a dime a dozen, then and now. Maybe because all my life, i'm faced with questions i couldn't answer. So i lived with indecisiveness, tacitly. Watching my selfish world is my forte. Writing how i humanize it, i'm a novice but a desperate one. I adore the artistry of a writer's narrative. It distract me from everyone that hears their own, it makes me concentrate on my existence. So i decided to pause on just writing. For now.
Okay its 1.07a.m. I'm nocturnal when it comes to mind-reliving.
Tml, I must fill at least a partial of my starvation on infos. Anyhow i've been hogging on oranges& those annoyingly addictive tarts at every house we visited. But half the time i practically stuck my face in my book. Except for the last house i was baby-struck. Walking into my niece's bedroom makes you shrink to a child's body. The doll dresses. The keleidoscope of plastics toys. The soft vibes that jibes with tranquil frolicking with her. She's so cute. Also a double plus, my wallet is replenished and i'm eating a becon-egg croissant to celebrate. Happy new year everyone!
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