I know I'll find my place . . .

Date: January 17, 2011
Time: 12:46 am
Location: Sister's Room


Ah, internet! It took me quite some time to realize that it being a public space, people can easily take advantage of personal information against your best interest. I used to just post whatever comes to mind since, hey! Who's gonna read it? Surprisingly, there are lot more people out there who wants to connect with people to spice up their lives.

There's nothing wrong with exposing yourself to people, really. The only problem is understanding their nature and being able to deal with it. Because you see, words, when used properly, can unite people. When used properly, words can also cause a dissenting opinion.  There's no way out of it. No matter how sincere you are, no matter how innocent you are there are cynics who would condemn you for even uttering a word.

I wrote this entry to say that I will refrain from writing my journals from here on, but I don't want to be a 13 year old drama queen. So, instead I leave you with this poem:

Jejuné

Jejuné, jejuné, hear the seagulls cry

Come to me, come to me

sing my lullaby

In the morning sun rise

seeped with pleasant rays

earthly fragrance tang nice

bless the coming days

In the noon the calmly

clicks on supple tools

brings a supper, fancy

cheese and wine and fruits

Jejuné, jejuné, hear the seagulls cry

Come to me, come to me

sing my lullaby

When the stars are shining;

moon and sky's gone dark

please don't try to find me

I will rest my heart.

I will rest my soul

Weary eyes to close

wait a year of slumber

in the raging sea

we will be together

once I've come to be

Jejuné, jejuné, hear the seagulls cry

Come to me, come to me

sing my lullaby . . .

Pmel/Phamiel ©