sometimes I think I need to learn how to feel tired of all the oddly-timed phone calls and cyclic conversations and riddles and expectations. I need to get sick of rehashing every stupid goddamn thing that happened with you. I should be sick and tired by this time. but the dreams and songs and tastes and visions come, and barely go. “as if everything that exists were little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me.”
pwede naman ako matuto.