it’s happening again.
i’m thinking too fast.
about everything. about nothing.
i’m breathing too fast. my eyes won’t sit still. my legs are trying to run away from each other. worry is trying to set me down so it can stand over me while i’m thinking to myself i know how to use the secret.
it’s happening again.
- always so vague!
- OMG! people keep saying that! am i really THAT vague?
- Lol! YES. We've known each other for years and I still don't know your favorite color or food.
is now hands done one of my favorite writers.
HE sold me Echoes and Elk’s Run at Long Beach Comic Expo and they have literally blown my mind.
is that the guys at Sony aren’t complete idiots. and we’ve been hearing about how difficult Dan Harmon is for YEARS now. Given that AND under performing ratings, c’mon. it wasn’t THAT big a surprise.
i want to stop but then i start shaking and sweating and then everything turns into Requiem for a Dream.
i wrote a post and it let too much out. so i took some back and let the rest tire themselves out.
- me: Hillary duff had a baby recently
- mum: (Tagalog) too bad. now you'll never live that dream
- me: now you're just rubbing salt on a wound.
the first Filipino artist whose work was accepted by an American Publisher, paving the way for many other Filipino artists to do break into the international comic book industry.
littering i know, but i promise to organize a cleanup day soon.
i had a dream.
i’m lost in a town and the sky is red. there is no sun, but there are shadows. i’m worried. i’m sweating. i’m breathing, but barely. i’m looking for a direction home and something is watching me. something i can’t look at directly. something i don’t want to look at directly. it breathes loud. it’s still watching me. watching me get scared. watching me breath, but barely. i look at my watch and when i look up i feel it closer. i smell it. i run. I run as fast as i can. cutting through alleys, through empty stores, down dark streets. anything to get away. i stop and try to catch my breath. i’m sweating and breathing and i feel it watching me. it breathes louder. i want to cry and vomit but i don’t. i check my watch and when i look up it’s even closer. close enough to touch. i run. i run for my life. i run for all the faces i want to see again. i run for home and my bed and pillow. i run for days in a town that never ends with red sky. when i stop to catch my breath, i spit out the blood in my mouth and kick off the pieces of rubber that used to be my shoes. it’s still looking at me. i feel it. close enough to touch. close enough to smell. it never goes away. i check my watch and i feel it move. i know where it is so i cry. i cry for all the faces i won’t see again. when i had no more water in me to cry out, i wiped my eyes with my sleeve but i never looked away from my watch. i know what happens and i’m too scared to look up.