My Sanctuary

Hindi ko alam kung bakit, ngunit sa tingin ko'y pinipilit ko lamang mag-type ang aking mga naninigas na daliri. Mula sa pinakasimula, tinatanong ko na ang aking sarili. "Bakit itinutuloy ko pa rin ang pagtytype sa kabila ng aking discomfort?"

Ewan. Walong araw nalang. Walong araw na mabilis lilipas. Gusto ko nang LUMIPAS ang lahat, ngunit sa kabilang banda'y nagdadalawang-isip.

Ako siguro'y nilalamon lamang ng galit. Galit - dati nama'y hindi ako marunong magalit.

I guess I'll regret the day that I have mastered the art of swearing at certain people.

And at the same time, I'll regret the day that I've learned to express myself through words. Words, which I think, are not enough to convey whatsoever is needed to be known.

I guess, for now, it's better to shut things up; keep matters closed. That is, keep everything more closed.

Now, I've realized how stupid I really am for generating such public blog knowing that for the past years, I have been laying all of these deeper things, as they call it, in an isolated sanctuary.