Last night's storm was my lullaby. The echoes of the crashing waves woke me up. As I managed to get out of the cozy bed and felt the rain water that somehow flooded the bedroom floor of this 2 storey home, I carried the thought of expecting the worse that may happen. Not because of the bad weather alone. Perhaps I just always do. I stood by the window pane and felt the cold wind touch my thin face. I had little hopes for sunshines. Little... Atleast. For they remind me of good and warm mornings. Oh yeah and memories too. But still my heart wallows like an odd spirit that cannot settle. Crazy. Yes. Enough of this for now... I could not organize my thoughts anymore. </3 But well it just hit me how i may need a little meant-to-be from time to time. Idk... *Sigh* brain juice is weird again and for a brief moment i felt liberty as that of the howling wind. ~die eule #ingkulayu (at Fuerte, Caoayan Ilocos Sur)
