Crazy little thing called "writing"
by, 12-29-2012 at 04:45 PM (1666 Views)
While ultraviolet rays are merely invisible in my eyes, I was patiently waiting for the vehicle to start.
I pulled up my phone from my pocket and tried to text some people, but despite, these days are considered zero like a well that has been dried up.
As the jeepney started, I find myself engrossed in the most desperate thought: to write and draft topics.
I was feeling a "writer" at the moment.
I wouldn't mind passengers that come and go. I didn't even care if they were staring at me, mocking me as if I'm just plainly addicted in texting.
I was just only aware that my mind was runnning and flowing of ideas and that smoke, dust, and wind came crashing my face.
Then, I paused for a moment, smiled and I told myself.
"What's up with me? How could I be more focused on a moving vehicle, with noise pollution than at home where there is serenity and stillness? Am I going crazy? Or just acting dumb?"
My mind is half-empty whenever I stay at home. I just don't really understand. I guess would be more comfortable when I'm squatting in the grass, surrounded by trees and fresh air gettin inside my nose or in a hammock under the palm trees and white sand below it while facing the sea.
Well now, as I was close to my destination. Anytime at that moment, I had joined a sea of people in downtown Cebu. And by the time that I had posted this, my phone would be retiring back from where it should be.
Sounds crazy right? Well, madness it is.
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