scarecrow

nothing...

solitude... time to think and gripe on mistakes and finding ways to redo them... or playing what-ifs...

what if i didnt let it happen?

what if i did something?

what if i waited a little bit more?

what a waste of time... but can you think of something for me to do besides that? read a book... i am reading "To Kill a Mockingbird" but still thoughts sneak up on me and catch me unaware of the drama... as the seconds tick by slowly... i feel my life also drip by... and im so helpless... and at the brink of being hopeless... well, i talked to a friend when she was down in the dumps... i said a few stuff and in the end she thanked me for encouraging her. so why cant i ease the abysmal emptiness inside?

im alone on the inside and the outside...

im thinking of the scarecrow i chanced on my way to tacloban... and how miserable life could be for him if it ever springs up a life...

and im thinking... im like a scarecrow....