while tearing down the aisle of the mrt train behind jerome, i felt like in one of those movie scenes, where you walk intensely and slightly wobbly through the crowd, searching for the baddie. if it lasted longer, i could start imagining flickering lights, engine sounds and tired but deep set eyes all around.
the worst dreams i have is those where i am preparing to go somewhere, but i never get there. because i always need to go back to take something, or i'm like a scatterbrain tying down neverending loose ends. the anticipation of reaching the destination but not getting there yet kills me. sometimes, i get this nightmarish feeling in real life too.
the days have been good. i'm thankful. He is gracious.
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