PICKET SIGNS
Staggering to find the missing piece. Yet along the way, found ways to meet. These wandering hearts are pledged to travel in-spite of me. Where do we ought to go? As friends wander on their own choice of street.
I do think, friends come and go (insert Gloc-9 song here); Meet new one's and befriend a couple more.
Do you know that song of Gloc-9 na "Walang Natira"? Everyone's dream nowadays are working abroad. Since I'm a nurse and most of my friends are nurses, almost all of them are now working outside the Philippines. Its kind of sad knowing what's currently happening. Imagine in a round table, where your circle of friends used to sit at. . . who's still there sitting at that same table, who's still there chit-chatting and laughing with you, and then you look back again to see who's not there drinking or holding a bottle of beer, na tinatagayan mo lang dati.There goes life, as others put it. Whatever comes and go hopefully you'll meet again across the street in the next coming days. . . .
And then, as there are one's that are leaving, there are certain one's you'll meet along the way.. but lemme reiterate indiscreetly, I don't mind meeting new friends though sometimes I get so uptight that I tend to put a fence around me. (lalo na pag NEW friends it takes time for me to adjust)
And there goes, where most of my nonchalance deters what I ought to speak.
PICKET FENCES
It takes time for me to trust someone. And when I do, once I let my guard down; I'm willing to tell and/or reveal just anything that's in my head.
This is purely the reason why I'm privy, and secretive IRL and also to what I write (I write vague things in some ways or probably most of it LOL)
I really can't tell exactly why I'm like that. . . maybe its because of my childhood or maybe not. I have lived half my life, merely confiding certain events about me to certain people.
And they say, life is much better with no strings attached; living within simple means. But with the comfort of several friends--I've gone accustomed to hang around every week--makes the fence around me go down.
Disclaimer: This entry is far from the usual vague metaphors I used to write about. And speaking of vague pretenses, I shall write what I know how. . . (laughs)
Lemme add, still, as the cracks on my gaping wall slowly forces the light to shine in. Its more of a touch of something brand new. As I curiously reach for such significant light that barely radiates at the palm of my hand; like stars that sparkles onto the big ocean of blue. And I hug the light that emanates around me till the walls in this four squared room crumbles and break.
I breathe anew. I breathe some sort of the truth.
Note: I'm currently adjusting the fence around me. . . but I'm totally fine. . . I'm glad :)
