Sunday, November 21
Just another wanna be
Writing...I can't write, don't know what to write, forgot how to write. I used to write essays and poems that are quite noteworthy. I guess I lost my touch now. For the pass years, I wrote to impress. May be the Fates decided that I was starting to get too conceited, thus, my punishment: I lost touch of my emotions, my intellect and God-knows-what. I feel like an echo struggling to relate to others my ideas and my feelings but I sound so ...empty. Ever listened to a gong reverberating? Ever wondered what wisdom it wants to impart to us? I sound like one. I sound vague. Farfetched.
Oh well, this day's gonna be one of those unproductive day. Been staring at my pc the whole day playing "wag na wag mong sasabihin" by kitchie nadal over and over. *sigh* I better start picking up the broken pieces, the world's not gonna wait for me to heal. I'll be standing at the end of the line, left off.
craving chocolate @ 7:18 AM
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