Confession: If I had died within this week, I would have accomplished nothing. A graver sin, though, is that I haven't been writing.
This is really just an attempt to get everything down on paper (or blog) before my head explodes. Thus, dear reader, if you are looking for some sort of political snark, cultural analysis, and the usual stuff I put on Codswallop, then this is not the post for you. This will just be a bunch of attempts to re-establish that I am a human being fully capable of productivity. Give me a couple of weeks, and I'll hopefully be back to my usual "work-makes-me-happy" attitude. I'd have to admit I've been confined to bed not only due to my 38 Celsius fever, but due to a lack of enthusiasm on anything beyond horror movies and creepypastas. Right now, I'm honestly sleepy, and cuddling with my Charmander plushie white re-reading Stephen King's short horror stories sound much better than writing this...but Writing rarely ever calls me, and if I do not make an effort, it might never do again. I write this because if I don't I'm afraid I never will for a long time.
So here we go, dear reader. You have been warned. If you are not in the mood for my catharsis, I suggest you peruse my less personal posts. Off with you for now, make rounds within the cyberworld, but please do come back - I promise I will be.
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(Anak ng) Tofu
Inspired by B. Sy and K. de Mesa
(Kayo na may masayang love life.)
I know where I stand: it is
in between morning and dawn,
twilight and everning;
in the spaces between clasped hands,
or before one wakes from a dream;
it is in empty words and fake gestures,
in meaningless convenience and
cradle of lies;
it is in is in the sweetness of pretensions.
I know where I stand:
it is upon thin air,
braced for the death trap that is the fall.
It is between spark and fire
and nothing at all.
