a product of frustration...

It's been a while since I last updated.. hmm.. So many have happened and so much have changed..

**naku, ayaw talaga mag-function ng utak ko!!!**

I want to write, about anything.. poems, short stories, essays, articles.. whatever.. i just want to write..

I miss writing, I miss the ideas coming into my head one after the other, I miss the was those ideas magically turn themselves into words, I MISS THE WRITER IN ME!!!

It's been so long since I've written something worth reading, it was months ago I guess..

I'm getting frustrated, really.. I want to write, something, just anything. But I can't squeeze anything from my good for nothing brain. It's been stagnant for so long, maybe that's why all I can form are jumble of undecipherable words, that doesn't make sense even to me.

ANYWAY.. Yan, its raining! Since I self-proclaimed that rain is my muse and inspiration, let's see if I can produce something.. err.. just something..

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REFLECTION

It was staring back at me..
The very image of a lucid insanity.

Illuminated by the moon,
Quintessence of an imperfect perfection.

Melancholic eyes,
Shining and Bright
Suffering and Pained.

A face streaked with
Tears
A mask of grief,
Tortured anguish.

Silhouetted in the dark
An abyss of bizzare tribulation.

Why?
The once smiling face,
Now, an epitome of agony.

I wanted to lift that sorrow
That unspeakable woe
From your eyes.

But how?

I tried reached out,
Wiped your tears.
Take away the sadness.

But,
My hands never touched
Your face.

The water stirred,
Your image blurred.

My reflection
Gone.

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Uhm, well.. how was that for a 2-minute composition?

Hmm.. D*mn, it sucks!! This just proves that I still can't write.. The writer in me is still on a vacation and with no definite date of return or if it is still going to come back..

Well, I just hope that it would come back.. I can't live without the 'WRITER ME' within me.. I want her back..

Writing is my only consolation whenever i feel bad.. It is my only outlet, the only way to let all those traitorous emotions out. So without the WRITER in me, I just don't know how I will be able to cope with everything.. And without that vital part of me, I become a changed person. I become someone else, someone I dont know and someone i dont like, DEFINITELY!!

Well, that's all for now. I hope, the next time I update my blog, the WRITER ME would be back and I would be back to my old self.. cOZ' i MISS THE VETZKY WHO USED TO BE THE IMAGE I SEE IN THE MIRROR STARING BACK AT ME.