Goodness Gracious Me

North Luzon Expressway, 7 am

Coastal road, La Union 10 am

Kennon Road, Baguio 11 am

Goodness, gracious me! I dont know how to shake this heaviness, this grey mood (not black), this certain sadness that I always call certain sadness. I tried to have a three day break and joined my siblings on their Baguio vacation. The eight hour trip made me more withdrawn and thoughout the trip I kept to myself, not talking, not listening to the talking. I composed poetry in my mind, one is titled How Does It Feel to Have a Severed Limb and the other The Arduous Trek to Bakakeng Norte. Then I tried to take pictures of the scenery we pass by from inside the moving van to entertain good, gracious me.

Anyways, the reason why I'm trying to blog is so I can shake it, so I can psyche up myself, trick myself perhaps to feel cheerful. Cheer up, cheer up, abrakadabra me.