I read this magazine kanina was it meatl or Un...i forgot...i seem to have this severe memory damage.lol...
anayway...i read this review of a films in Amstredam...i really like the colors.there was alos a feature of people living there and it was amazing.the colors somehow gave me a trance to be very excited.then i decide that i want to go there. i like how they dress.everything...its a transculural society.there is always thing beeing rebuild and built.i love it.....................

its all happening again.
I feel so insane....
its the feeling of waking up in the morning with all the bagagge in your shoulderrs.I have this problem but i just cant figure out what. One perhaps is my quiz with coma. How could have i not reviewed an our before that....i feel so pressured . i dont want to be engulf by it. and then theres the amnesia. i have this huge memory problem. i also lack concentration......why? is there something bothering me aside from my rabbit lovelife and liter classes?( i will explain this later).
Perhaps there is something happeninng with my family in Cagayan..............am i just too concerned or worried? yes...i am.........i proclaim it. i worry about how they are and how they deal with the stupidity and awkwardness of their situation. i want to do something but i cant.i can only say that i should first look at what is infront of me. but thats just some silly excuse for not being able to do something about it. i hate it....it sucks. I WANT TOO CRY AND SHOUT OUT LOUD IN RAGE......i can not stay hiding this feelings behind the laughters that i givingly share to everyone.........WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i want to prick the needle
on this lonely chest
so all will be numb
even thought

i can not word
that half bread
then that party
how they moon and sun

and those windows in ur stare
the ceiling melts fear
what tomorrow.what
i can only pray

now i walk in an 8hour far
i can only sing and dance
and laugh half,
half thinking, half praying

i wish
when my soul
set foot at our door
there is difference

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained
Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults
If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall
Bold waves tumble to the season of my heart
Where you have offened my faith and my trust
Until all is lost into the beauty of the day.

But there is something in the way you laugh
That makes me feel like a child
Aspects of life they confuse me
You and your thesis amuse me.

After an afternoon with you
And your rich brown eyes
Your lips and your dark hair
Elbows and exposed knees tossing toward the ceiling
After an afternoon.

Face to palm
Tear to tear
Mouth to tongue
Heart to ground
I am in love.