10 PM, Skypark Hotel, Zamboanga City
I have just finished preparing my stuff for tomorrow's trip to Tawi-Tawi. I should be sleeping by now but the chaos, or lack of it, inside makes my hand itch to write. Anything, it says. However, all I get is an empty mind and an empty screen.
Perhaps, these are signs of good things to come. Of stability, one might suggest. Or it could be that I have reached the limits. Of what, another might ask.
On the other hand, this can actually turn out to be a bad thing. The fact that it does not really worry me is not good.
Things are a-changin', as Bob Dylan would sing. The fact that I am into this new state is a proof to that. I, myself, do not care whether this is just a temporary stop or not.
What the heck am I talking about? More words, and this just keeps getting longer without actually getting to my point.
Let me say it straight, then.
When you live like others do, it's hard to make your feelings itch, even just a little.
