LIPA

I AM BUSY. not literally though, i can't make any time for those things i must be doing right now.
i miss inay.
i miss lipa.
i miss gab.
i miss my cousins.
i miss my best friend.
i miss them all.
i miss me being with them.
T.T
now that i am here again, in front of this machine, a piece of equipment that makes everything possible i may think, i can still do nothing.
"nanay missed you" my mom announced as she walked through my back inside this room. just a while ago. then i stopped browsing. i stopped.
i went out. i can only see the darkness that envelopes our subdivision's road though the street lights are present every 10 meters from each other. i'm not feeling any better. it's getting worse, actually. i walked in to face again my computer. sad. disappointed. why in my own loneliness, there's another isolation. a solitude. i'm always engaged with my own self. only in my OWN seclusion that makes me feel afraid to walk away.
and just now i realized i'm concentrating in one face. or phase if that's more rational to say. why can't i make a way out of that phase and be with the image that will be more useful obviously in my whole existence? oh great. i'm losing the right tracks again. darn! get back. that's where my mind was originally focused. i just want to get back.
what a horrible night.