Dec 12, 2008
you know, when i pass by that area in Ortigas, when i ride a bus to anywhere, when i hang out at starbucks to pass time, when i read all the drafts in my blogs... they don't bring back the painful memories. no. it doesn't remind me of what happened. but it's like clockwork. a jam in the throat, stinging in my eyes. it tightens the chest, it's difficult to breathe.
aside from that, the food seems to be at their blandest. people's faces all look the same to me. dreams seem to be insignificant. i've decided to move on, but i don't see where my life is heading anymore. i am moving on, at least i'm trying to, but it doesn't seem to matter.
i will try to fill in the smaller holes in my life. and once all of them has been filled out, i hope life's spark stops there.
because nothing has meaning at this point in time.
