tug-o-war
You wonder why.
You wonder how.
You concede. You deny.
You look left and right
You get some.
You get none.

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tug-o-war
You wonder why.
You wonder how.
You concede. You deny.
You look left and right
You get some.
You get none.
We always long to be somewhere else, don’t we? Salute to those who’ve found home.
There is not one day You don't steer away From the present From reality
There is not one day You don't say What am I doing? Who am I?
There is not one day You don't pray For answers For peace of mind
There is not one day Without fray But you go on anyway.
Do you want to travel or do you want to escape? Do you want to discover new things or do you want to escape? Do you want to learn some more or do you want to escape? Do you want a new environment or do you want to escape? Do you want to meet people or do you want to escape? Do you want to find yourself or do you want to escape?
Do you really want all of these or… Simply just want to escape?
Someday, you will find your way. Someday, you will know what to say. Someday, your fears will be kept at bay. It may not be today. But yes, definitely someday.
There’s fire inside me. I give all my might. I race against time. I fight until darkness creeps in. Then darkness overcomes me.
I stop. I close my eyes. I rest to live another day.
I thought I had started strong... but now, I think I can no longer see the end of it.
I never thought I’d like you. I regret the times I’ve tried to stay away from you. But there’s no turning back. Sea you soon.
Mood: Can I just walk away from all of this?
i rarely re-blog but this nailed it!
Dumaguete is a place close to my heart, and home (literally). My mother and sister studied in Silliman University so naturally we would go visit at least once a year. Since Ate’s graduation in 2001, it has alternatively become our favorite stopover before heading to my mother’s hometown in Mindanao.
The first few years of traveling to this next-door island consisted of vomiting all over though. Always seasick as a child, I never really enjoyed not until a hot soup was in sight. I’m glad I’m over that stage.
I’m feeling a little sentimental today. Perhaps, it’s just the hormones. About two years ago, out of random Youtube clicks, I discovered Fleet Foxes. I loved it. And I smile at the thought that you gushed over it like a girl.
Chapter 1.1
I would get jealous over a classmate’s stories of how many times she had been to Hawaii. Or of those days when another classmate would bring packs of gummy bears straight from Germany. Funny, I remember now that there may have been a time when I lied about having been to other countries. And I admit that I may have gotten secretly excited when circumstances almost made my father fly to somewhere in the Pacific. I was beginning to daydream about my would-be “new” life there.
My imagination was running wild. I found myself rehearsing my first-day-of-school lines.
Chapter 1
I vividly remember hoarding airplane magazines and going through the pages over and over again. I had declared to my mother that when I grew up I would be going to San Francisco to visit a cousin and Guam, where some of my relatives lived. I tirelessly looked at the photos of the Golden Gate Bridge and admired the crookedness of the Lombard Street. I had browsed until the last few pages of the magazine where there were lists of movies and songs available on the flight.
I had already planned my playlist.
In hindsight, I think I was Mrs. Cold. But that’s my point of view, I don’t know about you.
Nothing more poetic than this view. I do have a relatively good camera, though I'm not a pro. I got so giddy when I saw this photo come right out of the little screen. No adjustments on the aperture, lighting and whatnots. Raw and beautiful.
I still haven't gotten over you, Siquijor.
All in a day's work
Today, I'm a little worried. Anxious. Stressed. Nervous. It's going to be a long Thursday.