I Wonder

I'm inconsistent. It's obvious.

I can't find the language tha I'm supposed to be at ease with; I can't get myself to write to God everytime I feel like throwing up words; I like Ilocano, Filipino and English; I throw up words in mid-air; I can't define what I feel for a certain person whom I thought to have left not-so-long ago; I haven't shown up for our date with my kids; I think I love "him"; I'm friends with the English medium; I don't feel like eating; I'm ashamed to face my PE2 prof whom I haven't seen for a month; I'm craving for "betamax"; I would very much like to explode on canvas again, given the simple and cheap properties of latex and water; I'm not able to keep a "quiet time" with God; I don't have the guts to finish my letter for "him" eventhough he won't get to read it anyways; I can't text my sister because I think she's petty; I can't text my brother because I'm so used to being cut-off from him; I really miss my Addy; I miss my Lord;

I'm consistent. It's not that obvious.


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