Lost in Translation

Sometimes, I feel like drifting away from here. Sometimes I feel like a totally different person, and I don't know if I like it. Well it feels like I do. Then it starts to rain. Being super sunshiney 24/7 is tiring. After getting another glass of coffee I then sit in front of our pantry window facing the Ortigas buildings, streets, a never ending view of the Metropolitan. Then I stare... in silence. Holding my coffee glass for warmth I stare in silence. And for the first time this whole fucking day, I felt peace.