It’s no use. Wala talaga pumapasok sa utak ko kapag araw. Hihintayin ko na lang gumabi kapag sobrang tahimik na ng paligid para may maabsorb naman ako sa mga binabasa ko. :|
Think positive Daizy! Matatapos ko to mamayang gabi. :) Good thing puro minor subjects lang exams ko tomorrow.
Statistics, Morality and Ethics, and Corporate Communications, please be good to me! Keep the faith. :)
Last year I was an amazing flyer, I could do anything. I would randomly pull a chinnie/y and could hold a lib for hours. Now, I’m in some sort of mental fog and I’m doubting myself with everything. I can’t pull a good heel stretch, can’t hold a scorpion, or anything. I used to be the best flyer on jv or varsity (I was jv last year) and now I’m the worst flyer on varsity. We’re doing 360’s to halves and I’m the only flyer that hasn’t hit it. Ever. I’m just really down on myself and I keep doubting my abilities. Does anyone have any advice on how I can get my head back in the right place? Or how to get out of the mental block.
Sick of this plate of cold world…iv had far too much
Went from loving life to lusting it, ….now im in discust
Troubles pop up like ground hogs,i cant stomp em fast enough
Im tryna break the cycle but I cant pedal fast enough.
And mysery loves mary jane so the herb keeps cropping up.
Smoking alone, i smoke like nothing’s ever strong enough
High out my mind but the problems keep climbing up.
So i watch my planes crash, my belt aint even fastened up.
And before Im close to hitting the ground, the alarm sounds and im woken up.
Empty kitchen,smell the coffee, I hate sobering up.
Pitch black in my cup.Theres no cream to add.
Pitch black in my sleep. Cant recall dreams iv had.
Dark clouds and blue Skies, but they dont ever notice…
A dying lotus, too focused on the field of roses.
I wish I could sing to you the monuments of my mind. To replicate them again in mortal form and guise. To hew them from the living word and watch as they come to life before you.
I want to show you the shores of thought and sample their sweet waters as the tide rises. To sit with you there and let the soul reign free with the mind.
But alas the walls and doors between us and that lush land are high and strong. But mayhaps there is some secret path were we may venture and come to parts unknown. A place where the song is fresh and clear and the heart and soul ring out as one.
For now, the storehouse lie empty and the song is faint. But give me a week upon rainbow sands and in natures grasp and perhaps I shall be able to sing for you once again.