The feeling of I must start anew and leave everything in here behind is great that is why I'm having this second thoughts if I still want to keep you. There is the need to let go and start something fresh out of what i have right now. Create something different to the usual stuff I do with you. The need for room for new air to come is expanding. Maybe this is the time to bring our relationship to an end. Being attached to you for a long time doesn't bring out the best in me. But I promise to recall all the things we have done together, the things we have written and the past we have sculpted. Wish me the best and luck to have the strength to start something new.
goodbye for now and see you later. (ohhhh redundancy)
-o)-
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
getting the hang
I am awfully tired these past few days and there are still many days ahead that concerns academic works and other stuff.
Pagod men pagod ako!
Pagod men pagod ako!
Monday, February 08, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
what if you named your child I?
There is not that much blog that basically talks about the "I" and have a continuous story and not just by parts and segments of their "I" life.
Let us start a story that would capture the I in me. Let us start a project that would stop the I in interjecting every time it begins to ask for attention. The hope of the I that it may get what I and what the other I need in their life.
The I listens to you and wanted to speak the words that are coming out of your mind. There is nothing else the I wanted more than to be the I it always wanted to be.
There is nothing the I wanted more to say.
Let us start a story that would capture the I in me. Let us start a project that would stop the I in interjecting every time it begins to ask for attention. The hope of the I that it may get what I and what the other I need in their life.
The I listens to you and wanted to speak the words that are coming out of your mind. There is nothing else the I wanted more than to be the I it always wanted to be.
There is nothing the I wanted more to say.
sudden urge to be out of here
i wishy i'm not here
i wishy that i'm somewhere else far
i wishy the fog of Baguio touching my cheeks.
i wishy that i'm somewhere else far
i wishy the fog of Baguio touching my cheeks.
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