Oxymoron
I have not been blogging for some time.Perhaps, you call it, writer’s block, or plain uninterest. I remembered in one book that says, journal writing is a therapy. I believe in it, hence, when I am not ok, I write. But circumstances did change. I was, a while ago, far away from being a dramatic queen; I was more of a concrete stuff-unfeeling, apathetic to things that perhaps, ordinary emotion-filled individual would freak about.
Life for me a while back, was not something to be freaking about. The flash floods which hovered Metro Manila last Saturday is, I think, a natural occurence in life, much like the law of gravity, or law of nature in general. It is inevitable.
What goes up, must go down, down-up,up-down. Cyclical. We were spinning in between these circles. Our acts,thoughts, emotions swinging from one end to another. We stop feeling, thinking, acting. Desires halted to an end. It is like death while still breathing.
But not till something hit you in the head. It is hitting you really hard, waking you up from your coma and remembering what it was like to feel again.It metaphysically transports one to the realm of subconscious rage. It is gnawing, poignant. Compassion is its name.
I do not have that for sometime. It returned back to me. And I cried a wellspring of teardrops, flooding my otherwise dried up emotion.. ending the dry spell.
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