heartshape

With the exception of this pitiful internet connection, everything seems to be competing with the rush hour. Enrolment felt like yesterday and whaddya know it's almost July. My father was just telling me things about Silliman and here I am, about to graduate (that is, if I get my Econ 21 grade).

I sometimes can't grasp why moments have to change rapidly leaving me stranded in a season to ponder. Why, as it prepares to float slowly, absorbing history with careful baby steps, it immediately grows, leaving me helpless and regretful.

I'm not sure whether I trust myself to wade in even ankle-deep waters anymore. My mind can't work without my heart and that's the problem.