captain's log [8th february twenty seventeen];
You look mature.
Like, mature old? *laughs*
No. Mature like, you are able to carry yourself.
I felt like I was in a movie today. I danced, laughed, hugged, took photos and looked at artworks of different media, conveying different messages. The world has it's pretty way of turning itself upside down. I try to be as optimistic but it's so sweet that I still get surprised whenever things turn out okay.
My hoe bangs are back in town, you guys. And theyre more untameable than ever. I swear Im a french fry without a beret on the streets. So amazing how much difference it can make. I feel like a whole other person but at the same time, Ive never been more myself. I feel lighter!!! Maybe medium length hair isnt really for me. Aand, a girl can enjoy some compliments. I'll always appreciate strangers who stare a second longer enough to make you feel pretty without making you uncomfortable.
Last night I avoided thinking about today because I couldnt do so without feeling stressed. I went home, showered and no matter how badly I wanted to write (because dude yesterday was so pretty too wth!!!! and um also because i wanted to rant), the only thing that the pen bled before I passed out was "Let go."
The museum (my second for the month!) was beyooond what I imagined it slapped me in the face. After our little task, we explored around. We werent allowed to take pictures on the second floor. It was full of artwork and despite them being created by Filipinos, the differents styles and art movements from different countries were visible and I was in awe the whole time. The ground floor had more contemporary artwork, they even had a carousel!!! The kindergartners in us jumped when they said we could use it! I think my favorite though, was this light/shadow exhibit thing in a dark room. I felt like I was in space. The others went home but I stayed for a little longer to write. I went back to that same dark room and talked my anguish out loud. My words felt safe because it was dark and I was alone. Love is scary. and consuming. and beautiful.
I tend to go crazy whenever things doesnt flow according to my plans because it feels like time wasted but if there's one thing this day has proven me, it's that things go out of your control only because they could be so much bigger than you could ever imagine. As cliche as it sounds, there's no point in worrying.
The world is a butterfly and it's not meant to rest inside your closed fists.
It's alright, darling. Let go.
ps. Im really sorry for the delayed post!! Im going to be honest. I ran out of things to post because I havent finished writing the others. I tried finishing one during the hour break I had earlier but I couldnt. And this is probably why!! I was so worried about skipping a day. Little did I know I was in for a treat!
pps. I created all this while listening to Lady Gaga's The Fame Monster. So cool how I still know all the words after all these years!!!!!! Go me. Thanks for reading! Ciao.
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