The need for speed. Yes. The daredevil speed that will send me panting and dislodge this blockage in my throat. But when and for how long?
Tasks at hand are not giving me enough room to breath for now.
And the moon. Yes, the moon responsible for biological tide still hangs by the window, tonight, somehow.
1. Test Papers (read: 6 pages x 2 subjects x 17 students x 2 sections) needed checking
2. Requirements for Special Education certification needed a good headstart (read: haven’t lift my pen yet to start the 10 lesson plans due in four days)
3. Practice. Practice. Practice.
4. Meetings. Meetings. Meetings.
5. (insert more)
6. (and more)
I just needed an hour away from the test papers, but no. I want to stay away from the slow pelt of time, the guiltless books in Cagnaan-I.T. Park, neither the San Mig or the canned guava nectar in the fridge at the convenience store by the koi pond.
It drizzled earlier and I just needed to sit in a place, looking at darkness, or the river of stars, or headlights washing a wet and empty street. Oh, Yes. Yes. My own darkness to see the light that glimmers, to wash me with its honeyed light, then makes me whole, makes me see the light again.
There’s something I need to write. No. Something I have to write. But every time the pen starts to seek clean pages, the ideas just burst, burst like bubble midair.
Loafing.
Yes. Yes, I am guilty as charged.
But please, don’t blame the moon for this.
