Setting sun, rising.
Repeatedly moving sideways.
Escaping from the current state.
Gravity prevails all the time, though.
As soon as the movement stops,
reality comes back in.
The loneliness of trying to lose grip on something special.
The aches of trying to set something good free.
Pain, status, human, I am.
January 2017 M T W T F S S 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31
- alone but not lonely
- interesting people
- kwentong tagalog
- on my own
- tips and practicalities
More about the Searching Woman
Neurotic Health-care Professional who enjoys sleeping, running, reading, introspecting, pole art and exploring new things and sometimes, places!