I may not be into
sports, or physical activities such as wrestling or competitive active
diversion of the physical body like basketball, yet, I pride myself that I can
write effortlessly, flowing, or shall I say spontaneous. There may be slips,
like grammar and sentence constructions, but writing has evolved since the
birth of free verse.
I went out with
friends last night over a cup of frap, it's a feel good experience that I could
sense the breeze of the approaching season of thankfulness. A season in this
country where love is profound in a realist perception.
December breeze is
on. It reminds me of the joyful festivities yet it didn’t falter to provide the
sense of being melancholic. As what they term it in Tagalog, hanging Amihan is
caressing our faces by and large to imply that it's the season to be on the safe
side of joyfulness and companionship amongst our loved ones.
There is a problem
to be solved. It's impending. The probabilities are high that I don't want to
deal with it at the moment. Deep in the recesses of my mind and heart, it's
pulsatingly shouting that I am unfair. I feel selfish, in the truest sense. And
I have never felt like this before.
I may be sounding
aprodisiacally insane, or a bit romantically incomprehendible but somehow, my
traits are pushing me to go beyond. Where the utmost cares and fluctuations of
my heartbeat will overshadow the tenses of my needs.
MAC
October 23 2011