Of words unspoken...

I miss Baguio city and all the long walks I take just to sightsee. If lucky enough, I used to discover secluded coffee shops or restaurants that serve heavenly pasta. I miss taking it slow, not always rushing to finish a paper or draw and label some specimens. I miss not having the invisible but ever present timer on my mind, and just spend a day alone with my thoughts. Oh christmas break, come faster so I could take my time and just think of incoherent things that sometimes even make me cringe.

Roughly a week, a day, nine hours and thirty minutes from now, I am going to enjoy the company of my parents, crack the spine of a good book, and just… live again.