This wastaken last SLU: handog sa Baguio together with my philosophy folks...
trapped under the spell of love... how can I ever go away?
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About Me
- The Heir Of The Overman
- I am a dreamer who does not exactly know what to dream of. Bounded by this confusing realm, I discovered that a little experience of today brings forth a vision of the next or of who I would want to be. It might sound a little awkward but even if I am on the twenty-first year of my existence, I still do not know how to make a straightforward answer to the silly childish question of what would I like to be when I grow up. I know that deep inside, I am a lonely man who only knows one thing and that presupposes a deep raging of war between happiness and sadness in my stupid and lonely heart. I know that I am very much a part of the entire history of things, that I am part of today but I do not want to be a corrosive part when today would already be referred to as yesterday, easily to be taken as something that would pass. I want to break free and spread my wings by making a difference. I am not a saint. I am just me, a weak and helpless being but still, there is much of me that should be given away, still much should be shared and I want to share it as long as I live. And only then I could tell myself what I really wanted, by making a difference.
And they look at me
... just like an ordinary traveller by the sidewalk of death
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