of my brilliant life, of my pure love
i am suppose to write about my quiet walks inside ateneo in loyola…
of people who regard themselves as messiahs and act as if they have the monopoly to answers on how
to make this country a better place to live in….
of the accuracy of the results of my weight/ fat-body mass index test…
of missing a good friend…
of deciding to maintain this platonic thing with A….
but my thoughts have floated away…
into oblivion…
