Tired to my bones...
I can do
I can walk the wall, through it, destroy it
talk it into melting
I can, will
there will be an end, and I'll be
lounging in the beach with a lemonade in hand
There is work to be done; I must
Finish. I will.
No other way. I am done.
Done.
I'm tired. My topic got shot down again; namely, Philippine Speculative Fiction. Now I may have to write about Filipino writers, like Dalisay, or Hidalgo, or someone. I have barely a month to finish this.
No more time. Have to graduate. Looks impossible but it's a matter of starting, except I haven't even started and the academe is giving me a hard time. More than five topics down, because there isn't enough material.
Fuck me.
I can walk the wall, through it, destroy it
talk it into melting
I can, will
there will be an end, and I'll be
lounging in the beach with a lemonade in hand
There is work to be done; I must
Finish. I will.
No other way. I am done.
Done.
I'm tired. My topic got shot down again; namely, Philippine Speculative Fiction. Now I may have to write about Filipino writers, like Dalisay, or Hidalgo, or someone. I have barely a month to finish this.
No more time. Have to graduate. Looks impossible but it's a matter of starting, except I haven't even started and the academe is giving me a hard time. More than five topics down, because there isn't enough material.
Fuck me.