I haven’t.
I haven’t been sleeping well lately, which is weird. It is a good kind of weird, but, sigh, I want my regular slumber hours back…
I also haven’t been writing anything lately. Not in this journal, not in my notebooks, not in the pc. Nothing. Nowhere.
I haven’t been smoking lately either. Half-sticks on a need-to-smoke basis. Maybe it’s the heat because, nothing, and I mean, nothing, beats the Tuguegarao sun.
I haven’t bought anything new for myself. I haven’t been hearing from my friends back home. I haven’t visited my lola’s grave yet. I haven’t been able to restrain myself from grinning like a total idiot for the past two weeks now.
I haven’t had the heart to kiss the-boy-with-the-cream-coloured-baseball-cap since I got back here. Now this deeply troubles me. If I did, who would I be betraying? Him? Or myself?
To betray with a kiss…
The moon at the window. How many times have I seen it? How many times do I stop and look as if I had never seen it before?
Things Amiss
[Current Mood]: missing
[Current Music]: ebtg – like the deserts miss the rain
to the boy who had stars in his hair,
guess how much i miss you?
from the girl whose eyes flutter.
[Current mood]: Missing the moon
[Current music]: Let’s Go Out Tonight by Craig Armstrong
To the girl with the infectious laugh,
As much as I miss you.
From the boy most likely to drown.
one sure thing amidst this blanket of incertitude.
b.-
my body misses yours.
-g.
une femme enamouree?
i
get
what
i
want
then
i’m
not
sure
i
want
it
anymore
…
