august 06, 2009
it's 10:30 in the evening
i'm supposed to be sleeping but here i am--typing
well i really don't know what i am going to write
i'm just having a great time typing words that pop in my head
maybe because i want to escape reality for a while
to enjoy the stillness of the house,, it's quiet and peaceful ambiance
more often than not,, it is during times like this that my mind wanders
they say that
'the place where your mind goes as it wanders is where your heart truly lies'
but where does it go?--it's nowhere to be found
it feels like it's traveling through an endless road
merely traveling
with no destination in particular,, just exploring
maybe because it has no place to stay
it's afraid to stay in things that come and go
in time,, these things it might make it lively
but then not long after that liveliness--they leave
as of now
it's still wandering
it's still looking for a destination
it simply a
nomad

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