Hi, I am a book

Phew! It’s been a while I posted here last. Mehn, it’s been up and down since I last posted here, but I gotta say it feels good. It feels good to be back, writing, expressing myself. It’s not an easy feat, but it has been in the books for a while now. The question kept panicking my mind, “When would you go back and what would you write?”

So here I am, writing, trying to make sense of things. What I can tell you right off the block is that some things have definitely changed. For one, the site title has changed from whatever it was to I AM A BOOK. Yea-yea, I know what you’re thinking right now, “I am a book… what could that even mean?” Well, it means literally. It’s a new thought, a new perspective. It’s a new attempt at trying to be more consistent in expressing myself.

I did cook something up not too long ago; a site, a question-and-answer site. I could swear the plan was crystal clear. Right now I don’t even know what I was thinking, but I did register the site’s domain on Hostgator, hosted it and all, only to ask for a refund after days of working on the site. I got a refund minus domain registration fee. Well, I couldn’t complain, for what it’s worth I got my money back.

It’s kinda discouraging when you start something new and it doesn’t work out. You kinda start losing hope in yourself, like “What the hell was I even thinking?” But the intriguing thing is that at the point of inception of your wonderful idea, it made so much sense! You could swear it had already started yielding fruit in your head, then you try it out and it’s all downhill from there.

But one idea that doesn’t fade easy is self-expression. Yea, you could get tired of expressing yourself, but it’s something you’re always hungry for. That inner peace you get when you start scripting things from nowhere. It’s almost therapeutic.

Well, guys, I’m happy to be here, to be back, to feed my meagre but growing followership my sprouts of self-expression. So, guys, hang on, read on, and till the next one. Ciao!

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Quote #169

“​When I think of the storyteller in me, I think of a superhero.” ~ Victor Enesi

Small Me. Hehehe

I’m sitting on the keyboard. The light from the screen is blasting at my face. I feel so small, like I could just crawl and punch any letter with my spindly hand. I feel like a baby. Wow! The laptop is so big!

How did I get here? Right now I don’t care, it feels so real. Tiny me sitting on a giant laptop. Can I write this way? Crawl and punch, crawl and punch? The space bar is about the length of my arm! I could headbutt the ENTER button and my head will bounce right off. Or maybe I could just meditate, you know, get rid of the excitement and draw it all in.

I could use my tongue to navigate the cursor from the touchpad. It’d be all wet. Or maybe I should just sleep on the platform and dream sweet dreams. Or maybe I should tiptoe to the screen and kiss it. What shall I do with myself?

I am so small and the keyboard is so big. Hehehehe

I lick the ground
you, I’d catch you
you run, run wild
me, I chase you
chase you round
round and round
the ball, my planet
you run, you run
I’m close, I chase
I keep chasing
you keep running
I’m always close