scarecrow
nothing…
solitude… time to think and gripe on mistakes and finding ways to redo them… or playing what-ifs…
what if i didnt let it happen?
what if i did something?
what if i waited a little bit more?
what a waste of time… but can you think of something for me to do besides that? read a book… i am reading "To Kill a Mockingbird" but still thoughts sneak up on me and catch me unaware of the drama… as the seconds tick by slowly… i feel my life also drip by… and im so helpless… and at the brink of being hopeless… well, i talked to a friend when she was down in the dumps… i said a few stuff and in the end she thanked me for encouraging her. so why cant i ease the abysmal emptiness inside?
im alone on the inside and the outside…
im thinking of the scarecrow i chanced on my way to tacloban… and how miserable life could be for him if it ever springs up a life…
and im thinking… im like a scarecrow….
