harsh headed

that nap gave me a witch of a nightmare.
four hours to my flight and i still have not packed.

and i here say goodbye to bantaybilang.

you see, i talk to myself.
in the mall, at the train station, on the way home.
and all this self-talk (which suddenly now is starting to have melody and rhythm, sometimes rhyme) that i'm proud of tends to push me to think further but at the same time slow down.

which is all good. but suddenly, all your wants and limits converge and you get lost.
in the seemingly convoluted and nightmarish simplicity of it all.

and you wake up to tell yourself that even with so clear a vision, your eyes remain subjective, relative and perhaps useless.


but i pray bantay does not end here.
to everyone who is a part of it,
i sure had a blast.
despite the quickies to remember.

and no, pao, they are not like your quickies.

lisnin to Maroon 5
sortof readin buklod presentation
feelin kinda squished. squish limit steph calls it