Mi Nuna
I can’t even tell why I started doing this.
In a nutshell maybe, I like people knowing what I think, what I feel.
I am not vocal on these things because my mouth doesn’t know how to talk.
It, I think, was only meant for sarcasm, for criticism, for ridicule, for casual talk.
Never for praise, for compliment, for something serious.
Because, God knows, when things get serious, I escape.
I shut down.
But then this came; my very first blog.
No, it’s not this blog, this blog.
My first ever.
Where most are whims of my spirited teenage years.
As I start rereading, I can’t help mock my self.
I don’t see myself like this today.
And I can’t stop laughing at my self, laughing at my thoughts.
These were thoughts from a shut mouth, words from a closed mind
These words were from a time when I was crazy over a lot of things.
These words were from me.
But now, I can’t see myself saying these things.
Times change, and it can’t be helped.
For now, this would be just a part of an uncertain past, a piece of a certain memory.
A time when I was new at an awesome environment.
A time when I was young at a special family.
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