I think it’s more interesting to see people who don’t feel appropriately. I relate to that, because sometimes I don’t feel anything at all for things I’m supposed to, and other times I feel too much. It’s not always like it is in the movies. -Ryan Gosling
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I'm sorry Lord, I thought of death the whole time. :(
Involuntarily, they shut right off the moment I opened them. My eyes.
Eventually, I sulked myself in.. feeling indifferent inside this pack of flesh I was in.
I went through each joints, each scrap and segment of this subtle breathing cadaver and shuddered at the thought of itself being dissected. From its pinnacle down low, nothing was vague but the freshness of the youth covering its layers. Ever brunette, the salty tropic mist enveloping most of her stratum.. nothing could ever go wrong. Yet my sight sense the guilt from the waist down. The numbness was way too aggressive to deny now yet i have it all covered up for how long? i dunno.
I wrote because I think about it way much than I think about living life well. Imma strike a canon ball right through it. booooggggggsshhhhhh!!!
I'm sorry Lord.
:(
Monday, July 12, 2010
Kung ang ulan ay malapot na sorbetes, O kay sarap ng ulan.
Fire out. :D
I was at snail's pace browsing through piles of mp3's and some old playlist stored in my handy dandy flasher trying to unearth the 16 tracks from noel cabangon's self titled album. It wasn't the easy search-tab-it-silly thingy for stumbling upon each folders felt more like a dejavu painfully hitting that mending part of my heart. However, i pushed through finding them.. I did and wander off aimlessly.
Yet, no more questions this time.
Just some silly stoking.
I shouted, " fire out!" at last.