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Friday, August 13, 2004 551 People keep suddenly disappearing from my life recently. I don't know why. Maybe there's something i keep on doing. Something that makes me repulsive to them. And if i try to address it, the word busy just covers all the little holes. I still think it's not fair. No matter how used you are to being alone, the feeling of being unwanted still carves a piece off you. I think i deserve to disappear from someone else's life too. or maybe i've been doing that since time immemorial. thank God it's raining. ==== Not much for conversation, I still find need to pray I don't know where, I don't know how Let me lay down in this field, stare up at the sky I don't know where, I don't know how -Jars of Clay, These Ordinary days posted by moonbeam at August 13, 2004 18:25 | link | comments (4)
Sunday, August 08, 2004 550 Perhaps we all have our own secret places we go to whenever we seek refuge from our day-to-day battles. That one secret place where it is always raining , where the magic hour lasts forever(haha), all clouds are majestic cumulus, our favorite song is always playing, golden fields stretch for miles, the ocean licks the shore, or maybe simply where silence itself hums a song.
In this secret place we stay and hold conversations with Him – the Rainmaker, the Windblower, the afternoon Painter.
I haven’t spoken a word there for a long time. Yes, I frequented the visits but only to lean on the fence or sit by the door. and stare. and breathe. I became contented with just being there.
I really can’t remember when I last knocked or crossed that fence.
It’s about time I speak again. posted by moonbeam at August 08, 2004 04:21 | link | comments (4)
549 I was on my way home around 6 in the morning the other day and there’s this long stretch of straight road towards our village. It has just stopped raining, and puddles of broken sunrise lay before me. it was just like witnessing a thousand suns rising in the blue morning. A thousand beautiful things before you, a thousand wonderful thoughts all rushing towards you. Funny, I thought I saw your face in one of them. Freaky. Haha, just joking. Ts just my way of saying good morning. And this is not one of ’em mushy mushy. Saturday, August 07, 2004 548 There's always something waiting at the end of the road. If you're not willing to see what it is, you probably shouldn't be out there in the first place. - from THE FOLLOW Tuesday, August 03, 2004 547 thought-tots on my way out today i came across a small group of teenagers playing with large wounded scorpion. they must've caught it from the vacant lot nearby. the large scorpion with its sinister claws and sting were no match for the thin bamboo stick the teenagers were prodding it with. it was black. the sting part of its tail was red. on the way home i never saw it again. perhaps it's already dead. === sometimes i dream of becoming a real artist, with facets of myself consistently and faithfully being illuminated by my works. to be occupied by something i do, not because i have to but because i love to. and to feel money as a compensation. to be caught up wholly by what i do, think breathe it. for once, let me be my pretentious self. === a close friend is asking me for another trip to the prayer mountain next next week. it's about time again, i think. so many things have happened since i last went there. inside me and around me. there's really no big difference between a conversation with my Father while on a jeepney ride and on the prayer mountain. but i need to spend time away from work, from the tv, from books and all these things that easily snatch my attention. i left something there at the mountain, but now i'm not so sure anymore if i really left it there, or if the mountain really asked for it in the first place. whatever. i will go. if there's one thing i would ask for tonight, i ask for a beautiful sunset with my Father soon. === hey you, if ever you read this, i just want to tell you something. thank you. i've done some dumb things in the past that merit a stay-away-i'm-a-loser sign stamped on my forehead, and you could've really-actually-totally stayed away from me. but you didn't. you handled things in the most matured way possible and here we are again, back to laughing at mundane things together. whew. things are a bit hazy from here, but we're alright. we have so many things to learn on our own, and i'm excited for you as well as for myself. thank you. o diba asa ka pang masasabi ko to sayo nang personal. asus. posted by moonbeam at August 03, 2004 04:50 | link | comments (4)
546 my favorite spidey song of the week:
Mary belongs to the words of a song.
-Gifts and Curses, Yellowcard Spiderman 2 OST
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