So I am stuck again at home. Fever last night and my legs feeling the onset of the flu. My fault really; I must have underestimated the cold nights. Or maybe it was because of all the excitement last weekend.
Jeans, Maison Martin Margiela
Braided belt, Nautica
"Dirae" necklace, Bosquejo
Sandals, Kickers, thrifted
Friday night I met up with a friend working abroad. Talked about work, the industry, the people in the industry, and the one thing closest to my heart that I didn't expect I'd be talking about: poetry. I even read her some of mine and Richard Siken's.
Saturday night I met up with an old "flame". Pardon the crotch shot, but instead of my heart, which is a very unpredictable and elusive thing, sometimes I have to rely on my viscera. And my gut says there may still be something in what I have been taking for granted all these years. If only my heart says the same thing...
Later that Saturday night, I travelled all the way again to Quezon City to meet up with friends and to attend an event.
I suppose all that was more than my constitution could take. And did I say I also had a drink Saturday night?
Nevertheless, I live for these moments of epiphany. I need them to survive.
To remind me of what I have and what to do with it.
Thankfully, when the days are as clear as this, I can still see forever.
It's just the walking to the destination part that I have to work on.