Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Poetic Boredom 01: Slow progresion

The clock is tickling.


Last night.

The world turned differently.

It was rude and noisy.

It kept on shaking.

It kept on making itself noticed.

Again and again.

I tried to close my eyes.

But the sun shone in the night.

I could smell the forest.

I could hear wild animals.

I wanted to spread my arms.

Be wild.

With such intensity

I am contained.

I can´t make the progress run.

The clock is still ticking.


Story behind: di ako makatulog so nagluto na lang ako kahit 6am pa lang!

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