19.april.2006.wednesday

the television set beside me is confined to its world in as much as i am.
post its in yellow frames my computer and every visible space in my cubicle is tacked with clippings of the impending project i am at present, very much involved with (Garduce and Mount Everest).

the place is extraordinarily denied of the usual fanfare that throbs at this usual hour, 7:09 in the evening.

i am alone. they have all left for various reasons - event, presscon, rounds or simply because their time of servitude has briefly ended, albeit temporarily, until the coming of the 'morrow.

and so, i am alone. unmindful whether the ticking of the hours would sprint by or simply crawl off in idle fashion.

i paused and retrace my steps to this morning...my face, my gait is a far cry from how my shoulders slump and deadpan expression that i now sport.

must be tired...from the meetings i have attended, moreso, from inhaling the dreadful smoke puffed by people i was with. small, wispy clouds of gray rubbish that seems to scrape the very life of me. curses.

i could surely use a nice, hard back rub. in strokes coming in a mix of brisk and slow torrents...yes. that would be a piece of heaven. something that would crush those small lumps of tiredness that amazingly finds itself a home in my back once in a while...and maybe, a nice footrub wouldn't be far behind....

sheesh..i must be really tired.
i was in want to write about falling in love again, but here i am.
tapping away my simple joys, as if putting the words together would be enough to soothe my frayed nerves and tired bod...
i guess, a little imagination is helpful to lift a tired spirit.

how about a shot of caffeine?
i could sure use a hot cup of green tea...that would be nice.
hot tea after a good massage! now, who cares about getting these releases done?!!!
not me!...well, at least for now. hehehehe

before

at present...a body without a soul. a floating moshpit of frayed nerves, jumbled thoughts. a scattered self in the process of self rediscovery, embracing light, life and love anew.

before the wind has picked me up...

(before the wind has picked me up...)
i rest my wings, albeit temporarily.
to let my soul soar and my spirit be free, i rest it some more. in my half-existence, somehow, i have embraced my wholeness. soon, halfwinged i shall be no more. i shall take flight, unembraced. through it, i will be welcomed by freedom. my strength, i shall inhale. together with the wind that's bound to test me some more. i might bend, i might falter, but once more i shall rise and fly once more.

(before the wind has picked me up...)
i rest my wings, albeit temporarily.
to let my soul soar and my spirit be free, i rest it some more. in my half-existence, somehow, i have embraced my wholeness. soon, halfwinged i shall be no more. i shall take flight, unembraced. through it, i will be welcomed by freedom. my strength, i shall inhale. together with the wind that's bound to test me some more. i might bend, i might falter, but once more i shall rise and fly once more.