Current Residence: Philippines
Operating System: Mac OS X Leopard
MP3 player of choice: iTunes, iPod Touch
Favourite cartoon character: Kaneda, stitch, flippy
Personal Quote: The sun always shines for the morrow....
Earth, Edge of DreamsI hadn't sleep like this for almost a lifetime, and it's been a week since I have been sleeping early. Dreams are becoming more vivid everyday; and it was a consolation for all the things I've lost. Waking up is even harder; dreams are taking over even in the waking hour. My tongue started to feel strange as I trace them with my fingers and tasted all the alphabets flowing around my mouth. They're just too many words I wanted to say, too many words I wanted to tell someone. It felt so bizarre that my mouth flows with so many words that I could taste every adjective to describe a feeling. A feeling that when I started to spit out, starts to burn my tongue.Earth, Edge of Dreams by cry187
My head started to hum, a message perhaps. Hum, hum, it says; my head tells me to reach for my shoes and walk on the street. There is nothing else to do on the street this day as I pack my bag and wore my sunglasses. I am more than aware to the fact that the pavement is more, or less the only thing that's holding me. Maybe I should ju
Fear and Loathing of...I'm out of road to travel, and I didn't go to work for a month.Fear and Loathing of... by cry187
I'm out of job carrying my bag-pack around the city with loose change in my pocket.
Traveling in long distance, feeling like a drunkard with a hangover and dehydrating.
I decided to stop by a building to see some friends, and it seemed odd.
It was a mixed of my guy friends in high school and college.
I feel great somehow, and it doesn't matter if I'm feeling hot and down last night. If you go up, you're bound to fall down anyway. A friend tossed me a bottle of ice-cold beer and gestured for me to stay. The beer tasted bitter and old, but it's better than nothing. I look out the window, and it looks like I'm in Chicago except I've never been to Chicago. I never had any idea what Chicago looks like, but my brain says so; so I let it go. I look out for street signs, but everything is disjointed, and I remember that you can't read when you're dreaming; so I let it go.
Six girls came in, and I don't know any of them. They came
a song, flowingA Song, Flowinga song, flowing by cry187
I watched unintentionally with a reverend smile on a simple gesture of just looking. It's a dangerous game, looking at someone unintentionally like looking up at ceiling thinking of nothing. The mind plays so many things up in your head like a malignant disease numbing your ability to reason. And I look at her still and I tried my best never to look at her like that again. There is a photograph of her in my head in every angle you might not imagine like keeping a reflection of her in my hindsight. I love her clumsiness and the pretty way she does it; makes me smile on a cloudy day with flowing songs in my head.
The fireflies dance across the street and the tress harvested my heart; hanging it up high in a branch as the wind caught it and let it flew unto her lap. The fireflies dance upon the shimmering water of a fountain in a rooftop; lighting the moody night as my day is done. I look at my reflection in a mirror posted on a yellow wall begging to be used by her.