The restlessness that envelopes when you get the feeling that you are floating somewhere, neither the feet touching the ground, nor the head touching the skies, disoriented with lots of unfinished businesses and ifs. Not a nice feeling. It tightens around the chest, it blurs the boundary between reality and dreams. You don't know if it is pain, or more pain. You are numb.
And what is it that psychologists say, when you start using the second-person reference when referring to yourself?
Although last week brought a nice break, a pleasure even, with the visit of my dearest friend from down south, amidst the torrent of heartaches, hard work and parting pain.
Exactly two more weeks... and then what?
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for a moment there, i thought you were describing the feelings that i experienced watching an akademi fantasia concert... .
anyways, i wish i were the jester of life able to lift your spirits. i really hate to see you going through this.
but life is a journey.
exactly two weeks and then...you'll begin to learn to stand on your feet. love is a terrible thing, sometimes stripping people from their individuality, leaving them codependent. in the long run, it is probably the best opportunity for you. it doesnt seem like it, i know, but it is.
you are the wise one. not that i am without that awareness, only that i am drowned in my sorrow to even begin to think of it.
you are right. i will try.
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