Tuesday, August 24, 2004

AUGUST 24, 2004 (TUESDAY)

Survival

You are not used to this calm, to this blank slate of a life that you live in. After so much emotional angst and trouble, you find yourself slowly settling into the world again - sort of like oil floating on top of a pot of water. It's a nice sort of feeling, to start belonging to yourself again, as if you are rediscovering after an near-fatal car accident that you still have arms and legs. They still feel a bit painful when you move them suddenly, but at least they're still attached to your body. You lean back against the pillows of your hospital room and enjoy the first strands of sunlight as they filter through the thin curtains of your window.

It looks like it's going to be a glorious sunrise.

PS - Get a copy of the Philippines Free Press this week. A poem of mine just came out. *dances around with glee.*

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