Saturday, December 31, 2005
INTENT
I can’t sleep, too many thoughts are voicing out in my mind and I’m not surprised. I just finished reading another book and my thoughts linger in the events that transpired in that novel. I am so grateful that I met someone who suggested which books I am to read, we share most tastes in regards to books and I still can’t help but feel awe that I’ve been blessed enough to have that person come into my life at this particular stage.
The New Year is drawing near and I find a few ghosts of my past revealing themselves. I was surprised at myself of not being capable of hating despite, the disappointments incurred and for that I believe I really am a good person. Though, I am dismayed with my first initial reactions but it can’t be helped and God knows how much I’ve been trying to amend and repent for the mistakes I’ve done.
Later on after work I’ll be heading to the bookstore and buy a few new books to read, I’ll have a week off by next week and I plan on finishing another sonnet.
I was writing a few lines earlier and I’ve yet to come up with a mathematical equation for my next poem. Maybe I should include something like sudoku in the theme? Regardless, it will reveal itself soon enough and I plan on finishing it before the year ends. I realize music does help one write, -well, at least for me it does. However, I usually write my articles in silence.
December has been good to me. I’ve read a lot of books, rekindled my love for writing poetry, I read blogs as dessert whenever I feel the need to take a break and my mind doesn’t hurt as much though the pain I feel at my back is still there. I will have it checked come Monday though, and do pray for me that everything will be fine. I’ve had this pain on and off for years and its only recently that it hasn’t ceased bothering me.
I enrolled on that class I’ve planned on, classes start in a couple of weeks, my father said I should mingle with the crowd; I didn’t do as he says. Why should I bother I thought? I’m not the type to come up to someone and start a conversation not when I don’t feel like it.
Interesting enough, I’ve met a lot of people that I find intriguing since I started reading other people’s blogs and pleasantly enough, they were friendly and warm.
A muse is a guiding spirit, that’s what I read from one of its definitions and as of late I consider two muses in my life that has a foothold role in my daily life. One has opened the doors to books I find of great interest and the other, an influence to the intricacies of poetry. I’ve always wanted a tutor who has the patience despite my appeal to neglect and refuse; to teach me what I need to learn. And for that I’ll always treasure them in my heart and think fondly of them as I open to read a book or begin to write a sonnet.
posted by vinz @ 5:37 PM
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