Posted Tuesday, Feb. 09, 2010
I'm Not Tamad Kaya..
I'M NOT TAMAD, I'm just busy with other things like tissues, schedules and location. If only my celly didn't break, I might have time to sign in anytime and post entries through my mobile unit. It's not the most sophisticated gadget I ever had (being one of the earliest PDAs released around 5 years ago I think), but it does lots of tricks that most PDAs (non-WIFI) nowadays can do. Plus, most of my poetry drafts and one-liners are saved there. So, that's how doubly depressing it became.
I love my new abode. Now, I have this small space in the world which is all that I need (although that space is kinda messy at the moment, it's getting by and I'm organizing things little by little) to call forth the richness of poetry buried underneath blank stares in some imagined spaces (sometimes kasi, wala namang espasyo talaga, but once you stare blankly at one spot, you somewhat dig a deep black hole on that spot where images, memories and words come out. Parang multo). Honestly, I still could not write. The muse is still absent, but I could feel it breathing somewhere in a corner of my mind. It's somewhere inside my head, waiting for the perfect timing to crack my skull open and magically turn into whatever I fancy.
Anyway, I'll be coming back again later to talk some more about nothing. Hehe.. Ciao.