naaalala kita pag umuulan. naaalala kita pag giniginaw. naaalala kita pag kakain na. naaalala kita. ilang bukas pa baaaaa bago tayo ay magkita. ako’y naiinip na. bawat oras binibilang. sabik na masilayan kaaaa aaaahhhh.
Day and night strange things crackled around me. At first I thought a fellow elf was lurking there; I called, then listened. Something crackled, something rumbled… But no, those were not the kinds of sounds we make. Once, toward evening, I skipped out into a glade, and what do I see? People lying around, some on their backs, some on their bellies. Well, I think, I’ll wake them up, I’ll get them moving! And I went to work shaking boughs, bombarding with cones, rustling, hooting…. I toiled away for a whole hour, all to no avail. Then I took a closer look, and I was horror-struck. Here’s a man with his head hanging by one flimsy crimson thread, there’s one with a heap of thick worms for a stomach….I could not endure it. I let out a howl, jumped in the air, and off I ran….
I was riding my bike awhile ago. In one of the streets a little boy was playing by himself. I thought, “Why is he outside at 6 in the evening without his guardian?”. I was singing along to Xavia (i think) when I saw him jump in the middle of the road and blocked my way while saying, “excuse me. excuse me. excuse me.”
“I’m not very articulate and I don’t know how to express myself in a brief moment. I’m much more eloquent when I have the time to be - such as in writing music.”— Justin Pierre (via fuckyeahmotioncitysoundtrack)