OBSESSESED WITH CHORES

Somehow it does feel tiresome.  In tagalog "nakakapagod" nakakatamad.  In visayan, "kapoy" "hago'*.  And of course at some point you would not really understand every word that comes out. Because it can be misinterpreted, misunderstood, misconstrued,  different languages, different approach, different dictions, different feeling, intonations, pitch, pronunciation.  It comes with the territory and it it could be invasive, offensive, laughable and useless.

BOMBS , BUMS, BUNS, BUMMER

The past few days has been hmmm unbelievable.  I wanted to go to bed everyday with somebody singing me to sleep.  Not leaving me and not waking me up in the morning.  Yes, that's how we all want to be, all we want to be, all we want.  Isn't it what all we want to be?  To not wake up alone anymore.  Let it be known.  There is a better world in deep sleep.  There must be.  Rooms that remain unbroken.  Rooms that need not be shown with the world of the awaken, awaken.   

I heard about the news.  They do not make sense at all.  They somehow steal the senses out of a moment.  They could also somehow mend ties or I don't know.  I would have said enough to know that the things in my sleep should be over in the awaken world.  The need to tell other people to be happy, and kind.  The gladness that's often misunderstood to be the thing that you somehow have felt funny before.  Clever, wit and all the things that bother laughable things that are not really the things that make one glad. 

Tonight will be a nice night to cuddle in the arms of sleep.