breathe [ENC 1102]

And entry number 2:
Enjoy!


Going through my daily rituals, following them religiously, I was interrupted this afternoon by something not on schedule; not in my plans.

Wake Up
School
CafeCultura
Home
Work
Home
Sleep

CafeCultura wasn't going to take place in the same sit-down and speak atmosphere, no. The chilly winds invited us all to go to the pavillion and listen to what 'Slam Poetry' was all about. Time was ticking. Since CC was cancelled, I had an extra hour to kill. What the heck.. I won't even sit! That way I can leave without making a scene if it's boring.

And then Asia came along and told us all to just "Breathe."
"Because anything worth happening
Happens between the inhale and the exhale
Between conception and death
And time fills the spaces between
with the beat by which we tune our breath"

And I could feel the the knot in my throat getting tighter and tighter.

"Time is ticking,
Slipping faster than we can expect
So I can't afford anymore time
trying to define what comes next
I am living now, I am living today
I am living as if the entire world is my stage"

So many thoughts pulling the knot on each end,
Making it hard to listen.
I bite my tounge, so the pain drifts away.
But it's only for a moment
Until I can feel it tightening again,
My mind is exploding, the pain consumes my shoulders as well
And Im just lost.
Until right then, after clenching my eyes,
I hear his voice soften,
Eyes wide open
He tells us to just
breathe.

Pardon me... [ENC 1102]

Well.. I had an ENC1102 class I had to write for.. and I only worte 2 entries. This is entry number 1:


Alright, so I'm supposed to write here for credit...
I find it a challenge to write on a normal basis. I tend to write when Im really really mad, or just a little sad.

Today, I am furious.

Not a lot has been going well for me and my boyfriend. We've been fighting for the past four days, and it's getting on my last nerve.


Those days we look each other in the eye, and see the love sprouting all about.
The scent of the gardenia we found on the street that afternoon still lives.
Your voice on the phone late at night, trying not to shout.
I can feel your warm hands on my face when cold hits.
It's al here; in my mind. In my heart.

But you're far away now
And somehow
Everything we felt doesn't matter.
You don't care,
I don't care,
It doesn't matter.

What is wrong with us?!
Everyday ending in a fuss.
Tormenting each other with the past,
when all we want is time to slip fast
to that day we were on the rooftop
watching the sun set.
Oh, that sunset.
Where our eyes turned to that hue of orange...

What is wrong with us?
It might not be time to be with one another,
but know, that by blaming each other,
we grow apart,
and although we're miles away
let me just say
that the tears that I have shed
will not go to waste.

I gotta keep writing!