Uhh,yeah.

Utak: Di ka na natuto. Sa lahat lahat ng nangyari, pinipilit mo pa ring bumalik. Pinipilit mo pa rin ang mga pangarap mo. Eh sabi nang di pwede di ba? Hindi maaari, hindi maipipilit. Tapos na, hanggang doon na lang. Bakit mo pa pinipilit, eh alam mo namang puro sakit lang mapapala mo? Hindi para sayo yan. Wag ka nang umasa.

Puso: Malay mo this time, may chance? Malay mo, okay na ang lahat ngayon? Malay mo, this time magwork? You’ll never know. Di mo malalaman kung di mo pagtutuunan ng pansin uli. Gamble again. Di ka mananalo kung hindi mo susubukan.

Ako: Eto nanaman. NKKLK.

Just like that, it all came back.

cue: Celine Dion - It’s All Coming Back.

Sound trip sa umaga. Hehe.

CXII.

swollenpoetry:

The evening lies on its bed asleep
while I while away the hours awake
thinking of you,

of the fact that while you rest from a
distance there is another you, just like
the evening, already asleep
inside my head.

It’s 2:53 in the morning and i can’t sleep. The fangs of insomnia is biting my head again. It has been like this for the past few days. I’m actually getting used to this. I mean, it’s okay. It’s nice to stay up late at times. But what i hate is that every time i do stay up, random thoughts rush to my head. At  times, i like it coz i do get nice ideas. But mostly, i hate it. Because most of the times, the ones that go to my head are the ones that i wanted to forget about. Usually it’s the most painful ones. I don’t know if my mind is just fucking me up or what. It’s tiring, Really, really tiring. Every single day.

Anyway, I should probably try to sleep now. 

I’m back.

Note to self.

(Source: kushandwizdom, via staypozitive)

(Source: free-your-mind, via staypozitive)

“One of the world’s good friend.”

Ouch.