head over feet

"Ang true love daw para sa matatapang lang."



They say true love is for brave ones only. As the line in a movie went..Finally I bumped my head, strongly and sympathetically agrees to it. --naah. change topic.

The days went up to down.
struggling to whining.
Thinking to outhinking.
Running to Stopping.
Ignoring to bothering.
Sleepless to sleepy head.
Blizzard to desserted.
Annoying to admiring.

The days just pass by me now, with no waarning, no signs and no feeling. It went by like a crumpled paper thrown out from the 16th floor of a building. It went swaying and pressing me by until I slip to noticing its worth. Each day still make sense anyway, anyhow I can manage to do so. I wanna keep tying the knots of opportunity upto its very end. I wanna explore the debris of the yachts that I see from up there. I wanted to badly hug it when it comes back. I never really know, how the wind will sway my boat but I know somehow it will manage to stray on better tides.

These days bug me. to the eye. to the tip of my toe. or should I say to everywhere. It had been aweful, lawful and uninteresting. These were the times I felt helpless, I felt out in the corner with no one to turn in to. Ache of all the consequences are gradually sinking my life, and too bad I was alone. Alone. Just me. A fight against it all with just my own armor in grasp. It was difficult. How much more would be the next days wherein it is bundled with thrillion times that passed.

Ignorance.
I dreamt. Keep believing but I never really took time striving my very best dealing with it. I touch it so hard, I wanted to crash it in my heart. But then actions upon it was little. I should take more time for it, after all the trucks in my head comes out.

I got addicted to eyes sore. In battle over gigs. But then at the end of it all, I fell into a trap of absolete anxiety psycho-terminal disorder of lovedeal.