I found a really nice set of movies lately. Not really so much a fan of love stories recently, but these are good. Minimalist, painfully realistic. The one i watched today is the prequel of the one I've watched yesterday. In the movie, the girl talked about how scared she is about dying.
I've been in a few accidents before. The worst happened when I was sleeping in a bus. Woke up as the bus skidded. I remember there were shards of broken glasses flying in front of me and i found that one of my sleeves was soaked with blood. I'm pretty sure I wasn't scared then. I remember i even waited—more like eagerly anticipated—that our bus will collide into one of the colossal columns in EDSA. I remember wondering how the collision will feel like. That event made me think that maybe I'm not really scared of dying.
The jeep I was riding earlier was fast. I wondered if that was going to be my last night. Funny, didn't mind that much.
Things are pretty bad. I ran out of ways to fix things. As I sleep tonight, I can only hope that the Heavens will just fix everything for me.
Yeah, I haven't felt this bad in a while.
Written by cinderellaareus at 09:51 PM.
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