For the past months I’ve been writing not only about myself but moreso about some of my friends’ entanglements and predicaments. It’s a process of understanding everything around me. I felt I have written most of the things I may never say out loud. As this BLOG somewhat turns out like a guiding and a misguided lecture, a journal about these thoughts about life.
And crazy as it seems I may play out my words here and there, I never thought until this day how vulnerable it has gotten at some point. I’ve often been cautious about revealing any private details about me. Hence, I already did that before on a different blog so I won’t reiterate more.
A friend of mine told me last year how I’ve stayed the same since the last time she saw me. Well, at that thought I think she’s telling the truth. My minds been afloat for half of my life and as far as I can remember (even so I’ve been a scatterbrain) a part of my world has always been vague.
‘Cause there’s certain things I want in life but there are also some things in life that I’m totally at lost for. I don’t know what’s to come right in front of me—I just take things as it comes—just going along where the wind takes me.
I have someone who’s probably waiting outside the lines which I have tried at best to not put through the test because I’m not ready and I never know how to tell directly. I’m just at lost for words to sit down and talk because I don’t have the answer you’re looking for YET.
And this wandering bard, a wandering idiot.. speaks on...
