Here i am.
Sitting in an air-conditioned room that i can call my own.
frown hanging on my face that it can call its own.
im not the most productive person in the world,
i spend the last 40 minutes reading my blog back to 2007
thats when i decided to write this down,
i almost forgotten how to do it,
there's some point in life that u wouldnt want to spend another minute reading crap.
i am glad that i have not reached that point.
Here i am,
i got a little bigger, i ate recklessly and work out vigorously whenever i feel like i needed to.
i got a little happier, with a job i can fall in love with
i got a little older, at least i tried to act like one because i had to.
reading back those words i laid down 5 years ago,
i was smitten by those sweet words that was meant for other people,
i was touched by my own sensitivity to my own emotions.
i was frightened by the cynical melancholy expression that i once had.
for a moment, i felt like i was a world of person all in one.
Here i am,
living with the other person inside me,
that person is a friend, who taps me in the shoulder and remind me to pick up the guitar once in a while.
that person is an enemy, slaps me on the face with reality no matter i needed it or not
that person is a stranger, i have to recall strenuously to remember details about this man.
Here i am.
feet on the ground.
