I am like the she-wolf
I broke with the pack
And fled to the mountains
Tired of the plain.
-Alfonsina Storni
I was about to submit this poem alone, when Paco texted that he was done with my write-up. I went to him to get a copy of my write-up, and I felt touched that he took the time to make me my own poem. I remember him reading to me in the sunken garden a long time ago, and this was the first time that I actually received a poem from him especially written for me, using a USB of course. hehe
With Sir's help, (making me report and all) haha, I was able to take a look at Taoism, and it made me realize how it's useless to keep trying to fix myself. Everything is just so magnetized becuase finally, my parents will watch me graduate. What I need to stop doing, though, is procrastinating and sleeping. Somehow I can't help but doze off whenever my back touches the couch. Maybe it's just to convenient to live in Katipunan that I am turning into a lazy bum because I can't seem to get my head on, unlike when I'm commuting and need to make sure I'm wide awake as to avoid getting mugged.
I miss hanging out and not persecuting myself. haha Let it flow, leave the guilt! :D
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