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Flesh is failing, and the being is accounted for all it has let pass. Supposedly, the days are for words and motions, for realizations and dream-completions, but the being has been betrayed by what it has not given mind of. Now, it all has toppled over. 

First of the last, 16th

It's midnight and I am actually putting off things that, I'm quite sure, should be addressed soon. There's just a lot of things going on and I need the evenings as time for me to pause and look at the life I lived for the day, to pause and look at the life created in other people's minds, to pause and try to figure out what to watch out for when the evening fades. This reminds me of how much I used to hate sleep. Sleep just makes life shorter, and it feels like I'm missing out on things when I doze off somewhere else. I've always wanted to explore and go beyond, that I just wonder if I'd ever acknowledge boundaries. And it feels like time is running--so for me to be able to push through, I dreamt of staying up late.

Today is a different story. I am here wishing there would be enough time for everything, and that there would be enough time to wander in dreams. I feel like I am in dire need of rest. Don't get me wrong though, I'm quite happy and satisfied with all the things in my hands and around me, I just feel like everything can be fast. I love speed and I love how easily I can get myself to another place in short spans of time, but there are times when I need to get a hold on what's happening. I tend to forget I have a beating heart and a breathing soul. I forget they need a while to take it all in. So, I just need to make time for them to get watered up and refreshed so I can battle on again for the day. Sleep isn't the solution for that for me. I don't get refreshed within with sleep. I regress back to my childish desires of wanting to not sleep whenever I have overslept, I have this tendency to hate myself for dozing off, making me miss out so much.

I would have loved the mornings to get on with my reflections, but I always try to catch up on daylight once the sun rises. And besides, the bustle starts early on the day here where I currently am. So, what I have to do is to let them all be off before I could start with my me-moments. I am actually just randomly thinking right now. I don't even know if I have any purpose as such for having these thoughts written, but then, I love my own battle against sleeping. And what I do instead when I miss it out.

I guess that's it for the thoughts tonight.

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After a long day (and week) of conversations 

and of running and of walking about, 

I find myself pondering upon 

the mysteries of growth and change. 

There is a handful of things 

I fail to comprehend, 

there is a certain extent of self-contempt 

that wracks my chest--

I am lost in a haze, 

blinded in a maze. 

The days 

have been demanding and requiring. 

I find myself looking from side to side, 

trying to gauge the measure of the path I'm on. 

I don't know. 

Within the dying hours, 

I reflect and fail to understand. 

Am I taking any step forward? 

Why does it seem like 

I am retracting back and again

to the point where I have been 

when I was younger? 

I feel squeezed in in this being 

that doesn't seem to grow. 

I need to let myself out. 

I need to see who I really am. 

Or am I now who I should be? 

And the only key to it is acceptance? 

It's a wonder, a trick, a riddle. 

The self 

is the most difficult puzzle 

to figure out, 

and I want a way to solve it. 

Because apart from learning 

the real deal within me, 

I will be found in sorrow. 

How does faith and love grow? 

How does hope get into completion? 

I don't understand 

but what I am most sure of is 

that acknowledgment of the state of the heart is 

the first step, 

all else is a blur, 

but I want to say 

that the journey is on--

I am going to allow myself 

to be more than my confusion and regrets, 

my wonders and retraces. 

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Early morning sun rises

To shine through 

The lids of the windows---

To coax a sleepy being

Out to stretch its limbs---

As it wonders about

The framework for its design

And as it marvels at

The timeline it is walking in---

Calling to mind 

What it has dreamed of

And what it has not meant--

Things beyond its length

Those which slip 

It towards to,

And off its ground.

The Ideal Life

Mode: Blabber

Okay. So. 22.

Yep. Life has been so fast. I feel like I'm understating everything, so... LIFE IS SO FAST. I couldn't find better words to describe how intense and rapid everything is for me at the moment. I am aching for a slow down. Nope, just kidding. 

I am 22 for 21 days now, and it feels so odd how I am just 22. Man! How could I be 22? I mean I've waited all my life for this time to happen, and yet here I am marveling at the fact that I'm actually 22. How could that be? I promise not to make sense in this post so...

I've always waited for this age to happen. It feels like when I turn 22, everything will blossom into an even more brighter theme, and that life would be as clear as the skies after a horrible storm. As if there would be a rainbow in it. Or something like that. And here I am gushing over the fact that I am 22 and I'm still a bummer in my bad days, and I am still a loose talker in my good ones. Come on, couldn't I be a better individual uniquely tailored for a beautiful and serene and gentle existence in this aged planet? 

And suddenly, everyone else's life looks much more ideal than mine. I mean everyone's that isn't mine. I feel so uncomfortable being in my own skin. I feel like wanting to run from everything and everyone if I could just do it. I feel like dropping stuff off for me to be able to flee from all these wretched circumstances, and however much I want to just be okay with all these things (aka life), I couldn't. And being aware of how I am feeling makes it all the worse. Because of course, my value is to choose to see the beauty in everything. So this existence tantrum is on me. 

It's actually very difficult, to be honest. Well, I know, it's just a phase. And while I'm on it, I wanna anecdote it, probably, to remind myself someday that THIS kind of fit happens. I'm having a fit over life, come on. And when I just get to the threshold of all these overthinking and babbling, I would have to just move on. Because this is the time in one's life when the only way is forward. Just one step away or backward could make me trip.

My words could be piercing, my actions could be destructive, and my thoughts could be catatonizing. And if I want to live the type of existence I would want to have, I'd have to make way for my heart to understand that things aren't the way they used to be. This is the time of my life when I'm going to be taken seriously. So everything that I produce would take effect on the creatures and circumstances it is delivered to. In short, I have to be careful. I have to embody the woman that I am, difficult as it is. Because I'm not a little girl anymore. My decisions aren't trial-and-error-based. I am making my life. And I should choose the one which doesn't just give but also reflects the meaning and value of my heart. Because I know that the only way for me to not regret or regress is for me to be who I have really been crafted. It is not who I think I am, not who others think I am or should be, but the one that has been originally blueprinted in my being. 

And I guess, at 22, that's the journey I'm taking on. Maybe as the years go by, more questions will come up as some will be answered. Anddd, of course, failures will always be there. Yes, I should be more careful, but it doesn't mean that I wouldn't fall or fail or get hurt or break people. But I could choose to live a life of value and meaning. And I guess, that the only way for me to be comfortable in my own skin is to acknowledge the love that I am worthy to receive and the love that I am capable to give. I have been wonderfully made for the reason of existence for a certain purpose--that which I am about to find out. I don't have to end up with solved puzzles at the end of this year, or even of this lifetime. I have to focus on the journey, and to live this life well. 

So, while I'm still on bumming, I have to do some catching up with my own life!

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Barely lit rooms
Bare feet
Turned left
Turning tables
Short breathing
Shortened moments
Wondering on truths
Wonders witnessed
Chest chained
Chests uncovered
Leaves cluttered
Leafing pages
Stretched hopes
Stretches of time
Lying on a couch
Lies to conceal
Worn out heart
Wearing fragments

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Longing is a wonder

The desire for a nonexistent

It is a craving from deep within

An inquiry over profound devotion

Women Woes

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Woman, what are you?

*deep sigh

I'm trying to figure out what the real score on my orientation, my gender, my design is. I have always thought that my gender is just another one of those characteristics I embody, not anything else that differs me much from the other half of the species of this planet, not anything so huge that could affect my lifestyle and activities... I mean, I have never thought myself distinct from men. I thought that I could do what they do, that it's not exactly different at all; except that I solely prefer men when it comes to romantic involvements, nothing else makes it different for me and them. Well, and of course, all the other biological stuff per se. 

But, recently, as I get to know more people and get to know more women and get to know more men, at the phase of my life when I'm already entirely deviated from childhood (in the structure of society), I am having these moments. I feel different from men in a conscious manner. That I cannot be like them, like... them. That I have my own distinct qualities, and they have their own, and I shouldn't try to take over their roles. Or something like that. It's become inexpressible for me, and it brings me to deep thinking on this new aspect of humanity that I am getting exposed to, that I am, or should be, embracing. It's like finding someone within my heart and allowing her to surface. This woman in me, I guess, it's trying to take over.

And it's weird.

I was raised up in a family full of women. Most of the women in my family are single, my mom has been a single parent for more than a decade now. I have been single since I first saw the world. And, I have never thought myself in need of someone to carry my bag for me because I never saw anyone take off the carriage behind my mother. And that kind of modeling proved me that a woman is strong enough to take on the roles of both sexes. Somehow, it's been what I have been modeling myself after as well. 

I don't ask for help from men when I'm carrying heavy stuff, I don't need them to open the door for me, to give way for me in the line, to allow me to get in first, and all the other gentlemen stuff. I have never really been a huge fan of those actions because I consider them vanity--steel weights to boost their ego muscles. And I still don't feel like wanting those special treatments, just because I'm a woman and their men. It's weird, I cannot reconcile myself yet to it. 

But the environment I'm in encourages me to take this pride on my gender off and allow them to feel empowered, though of course, I don't think that it's the kind of empowerment they need... ugh, I'm going crazy with all these arguments in my head. Of course, people could just easily say, "If you don't want, then don't ask for it. What's the big deal here?"

The big deal is my design and God's purpose for it. I have been realizing that I haven't been acting along the design that I should be in, that I'm trying to free myself from that position where I should be in. And it's not because God wants to limit me, but because He wants to maximize my life to its fullest. And I could only do that if I obey the Lord, and act accordingly. 

And one more thing that makes it not good for me to be trying to take over men's roles is that it's because of pride. And nothing else. I don't want anyone to think that I'm in need of them, generally. But I do need people around me. When I'm carrying heavy stuff, they're definitely heavy, and I could use a hand. I fail to acknowledge that I am weak and I have my own limitations because I want people to think I am strong enough to take care of myself. Which may be the case, but not the ultimate. People need people. And I guess this, among all the other things in this planet, is part of the mechanisms in our lives' ecosystem. Our interactions are naturally caused by our designs, our need to be part of something because we're incomplete on our own. We were all designed to complement one another, the humans, the animals, the plants, the air, the everything. The physique of this realm is proof that we're interdependent creatures. And so, failure to comply to our own design destructs the natural flow of this system--if not breaking us or the others around us, puts us into a limit. Imagine a duck taking on the role of a lion, it's not gonna work, it's highly inefficient, it's foolish. A single man who lives in a cave and says that he can live on his own breathes in air, drinks water, and eats from the trees around his place--he still continually interacts with the natural system because he cannot provide air, water, and food for himself from his own body. And I guess, that is how we were designed, we cannot do everything for ourselves.

These are words for myself as I am coming into terms with what on earth I am here for, with the design that I have been made of, with the interactions that come along with it. I haven't really moved on or have changed my own responses to men and to the circumstances that link us, but I am learning. And I realized it's fatal to resist my design. I am fooling no one but myself. I am hindering myself from greater things ahead of me. And, I guess that part of the journey is getting to know myself, and embracing the truth for which I exist. 

Phases Faces Paces

Tila ba mga bulong na walang tinig

Mga guni-guning umaaligid

Hindi mawari para saan pa't may alaala

Lumisan nga ngunit yapak ay nariyan pa

Naririnig ang dating kwentuhan

Mga biro at tawa ay palakasan

"Halika't doo'y samahan mo ako"

"Tara," at iiwan ang inuupuang bangko

At kapag ang araw ay nagdaan,

Sa may karinderya'y mag-aayaan

Bibili ng isang platitong ulam

Na siyang paghahati-hatian

Mga wasak na puso'y tila mga sinulid

Na siyang humahatak mula sa kun anumang gawain

"Ang puso ko ay puno ng pighati"

"Tara, at sa tindahan tayo magpalipas ng gabi"

At pupunuin ng mga pangarap ang puso

Aawit at magbibigay ng mga payo

Na minsan ay kalokoha't katatawanan

Madalas nama'y may aral na kapupulutan

At ngayon, ako ay nasa isang silid

Ang oras ay tumatakbo ng walang pasabi

Sa aking gunita, kayo ay namamasyal

Nananatili, naglalaro, at tila hindi lilisan 

People Speak to People

The stretch of time has been visible
Though unfathomable
There has been so much in words
But incomprehensible
And as the whole city is observed
There is a hope beheld
And though there are only angsts
There will be a light upheld

You tell me, 'My fingers are ten'
I ask, so what is it for
I ask you, is there anything you live for
You say, 'My hours are consumed'
There is a heavy and empty banter above
There is thirst and hunger around
There is so much wisdom hanging on paper
Nothing is done to thine wisdom's vapor

One day you will wake up and say
'I have so much words and my fingers are not bent'
And as you look around the steady high tides
Mist will cover the opening of your eyes