It was a luxury to have had the time to look up at the sky, to have had the time to take photos of its beauty an extravagance.
(Weekend road trip to Lake Sebu, South Cotabato. Taken and post-processed through my phone.)
I took this for you; please know that I remember.
My fear is not of what is not known to me, but of what is.
That, what if - but a greatly possible if - all is only a collection of other people’s thoughts which were lucky enough to be chosen by the society to be what is today’s established and incontestable truths.
That, what if - but a greatly possible if - I have long been holding on to the wrong principles; that what is wrong to me now is actually what is right and, there is no way I am to find out because everyone thinks otherwise.
That, what if - but a greatly possible if - I have both consciously and unconsciously patterned my beliefs to the wrong mold and, corollary to this, have been making wrong decisions and been taking the wrong stance all my life.
In real time, I am keeping myself from writing and thinking from here on -temporarily, that is - as everything is much, much simpler when not given a thought.
One Yogo topped with Mango and New York Cheesecake for Nidie from Coffeecat: divine! Except, the girl on the counter obviously mistook Didi for Nidie.
Quick, shameless plug: I finally succumbed to giving style blogging a shot. Still struggling to find my way out of the dark, though. It’s not aesthetically ready - if there is such a term - as it’s hard to squeeze vanity into a schedule as tight as mine. But I’d love it if you paid my baby blog a visit > astridgopo.tumblr.com
Also, clicking the photo would redirect you to my most recent lookbook post.
Has the sky ever wished you marvel not at its beauty but at the way it has never left?
Thesis work has sucked out my spirit. This is how to feign resistance and endurance.
The least I can do is keep you in a pocket somewhere in my subconscious. So you’re a memory I won’t forget and an event I won’t remember, altogether.
That puts you in my everywhere: a place, a vehicle, a handkerchief, a piece of clothing, a phrase, a scent. And you would seem familiar, but not really; my mind won’t ever be able to decipher the truth of your existence. You would confront it with the same sensation and it would seem to recognize it - sure, a little on the inside. But every time, it won’t dare give you the benefit of the doubt.
It does not sound lovely; allow me to keep you, still.
If you listen close enough, you’d hear a rhapsody playing by now. (Hype this on LOOKBOOK)
Photos by Hannah Magsayo
