Winds of life.

I’m a speck of dust

Drifting through turbulent colors

Of uncertainties and confusion 

As I land languidly on the ground

I gaze up, watching the light above

In that moment I realized

That with every dreadful journey

A worthwhile finale awaits me.

Sometimes, you just can’t help but yearn for someone. Just someone who will be there for you, ready to listen to whatever nonsense and bullcrap and thoughts you’re about to spout out. Someone who would be there, enough to fill that gap in your life. Someone who can make you feel at ease, even without the need to talk. Sometimes, being single gets you too much and you tend to wonder whether it is you or something else that’s wrong.

In the cold, I find warmth in my soul.

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not. And oftentimes, we call a man cold when he is only sad.”

It’s is such a cold and rainy day. No classes for us and yet I’m too lazy to do anything productive. When they announced the suspension of classes at around 6:30am a while ago, my dorm mates and I had breakfast and not long after, went back to sleep. And yes, I just woke up.

This is the kind of day when I just want to curl up under my blankets, listen to mellow songs and contemplate about matters of life. I don’t know what it is with the rain or cold, but somehow, it soothes me. It doesn’t bother me as much. I prefer the cold than the blazing heat of the sun. I feel like its easier to relax during rainy days. It is also a perfect time to curl up with a book in hand and a steaming mug of coffee. I feel safe watching pellets of rain slide down my window. The sound of the drizzle as raindrops fall on the roof make me feel comfortable. I could live in a day like this forever.

But seasons change as days pass. I could only savor this one time and hope that one day, a time like this would come again.

It’s is easier, more comfortable and much more preferable to get lost in my own world of books that  in the real world, where a whole sea of people are so desperately competing with each other for stupid reasons.

Finally, I’m HOME!!

It’s been quite a while since I went back here at our house in Cavite. For more than a month, I stayed at my dorm in Manila because I have Saturday classes that ends up to 7pm. Add that to the fact that there are so many homeworks for the weekend. We also had our major exams last week so I chose not go home and just stay at my dorm so I could study during the weekend. It’s just so different here in my own home. I enjoy the comfort of having home-cooked meals and the privacy of my own room. I also feel secure and relieved when I am here. I don’t have to stress over what to eat, drink or who would do this or that for me. Maybe I just miss being a lazy-ass girl, but I really am so happy that I am home, even though I’m going back to my dorm tomorrow night.

Please don’t disturb me when I’m daydreaming.

It’s my happy place. The only place I can be whoever I want to be, without being afraid of any judgments and criticism. It’s my own comfort zone. I may look stupid doing this, enjoying the things in my mind, but who cares? I find it relaxing, thinking of happy things for a change.