Because I remembered Thorin Oakenshield's story

It's a familiar feeling, fighting a losing battle. You already know how it'd end, but you just can't drop your sword. You keep fighting, hoping that fate might still go on your side. 

The plan for today.

Sunset at Roxas Boulevard.

Last Mass at the Manila Cathedral. 

A stroll at Fort Santiago (after about two years).

Balut.

Dinner by myself. 

Good music.

People watch.

Amuse myself.

....this will be Friday enough. :)

I should buy another pair of sunglasses

Your eyes engross me

The way my favorite book

Never fails to do

Seven years ago

Moon vacates the sky

Polaris guides someone else

Until Moon comes back

SAD

Perhaps the saddest day in a sad person's life is his/her birthday. For on that day, the sad life of a sad person began like the sad words in a sad intro of a really sad story.

---Now this is what you call shortage of adjectives.

Transitions

One moment I'm transparent, and then the next time around, I'm opaque.. I'd be red and then suddenly blue, or sometimes even grey.. I don't know how, but I've found it so easy to change my disposition depending on the circumstance I'm in.. It can be a gift..... it can be.

NOTHING

Nothing.

Not a word, not a thought.

I look deep down and see a big, fat, vast, nothing.

Nothing.