Mediocre

I am really tired, and today has been a splash of colorful weather combinations; the weather being all sorts of emotions, at least according to me. I've been thinking about video blogging while riding home from school as I observed how fresh and bright the colors were this afternoon. Perhaps the vlogbrothers have inspired me. To be frank I've been trying to make light of classes but I am often stuck in the middle of chaos -- if we're straightforwardly referring to Art class, I came across my own mediocre imitation of professionally drawn lips. Turns out I can't even shade them.

There has been so much urgency going around and tonight I have the heels of my palms on my grandmother's computer because mine is silent in misery in one corner of where my relatives are staying for at least, maybe, a month. I've missed blogging. I've missed the comfort of my blog, because in a way it comforts me like no one can. I've been worrying that something inside me would just leave this afloat and abandoned, especially since I haven't been blogging for a long time. Well, maybe not for so long, but I am strict and unmerciful to myself. I've been chastising myself day by day by loosening the grip on my hold on this haven. Maybe it doesn't make sense at all, but I hope it does. I apparently like making sense and having it.

Thanks, and DFTBA! (what does DFTBA mean? see numbers 1 and 2 for accuracy)

Tuneage

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1. After Afterall -- William Fitzsimmons 
2. Tenzin's Decision -- Legend of Korra (The Track Team)
3. Breakeven -- The Script
4. She Will Be Loved -- Maroon 5
5. Reflection -- Lea Salonga (Mulan)
6. A Whole New World -- Brad Kane and Lea Salonga (Aladdin)
7. Breath of Life -- Florence + The Machine
8. Cave Jivin -- Avatar: The Last Airbender (The Track Team)
9. Where The Fence is Low -- LIGHTS
10. I Don't Dance -- Corbin Bleu and Lucas Grabeel (High School Musical 2)

Take Me There

I grew up dreaming amidst raindrops and fireworks, like the depressing pall of the weather and the beginning of a sparkly New Year. I read the dark in the syrupy breath of flickerflickerflickers in the attic and on the dining room table, and I drew childish hearts, borrowing fingertips of the dark and knowing I was alone that night while the peaceful roar of adults talking quaked below. I had forgotten and abandoned my favorite books and how could I? The dogs swam around and below, circling around the house like shark fins. We were on top of the world nonetheless, and I peeked down and crawled and tried to whisper some prayers here and there. I did not know what the sun was. La luna? I think I knew its language. But anyway the branches danced from side to side, then the roots swallowed too much water, and I held on with it because it needed me and somehow I was the lost girl that needed it too. The Lost Girl of the Nowhere, listening and watching and waiting for the sailors of La Luna to take me there. La Luna.