Buzzing flower is, once again, not home. And right now, while suffocating with the stink of DOTA-possessed students in an internet cafe, she doesn't know when she will ever be, close to home. One thing is sure though, she has to be home soon and of course, in one piece.
The year begins with much work to be done. And as she is, a bird by nature, she was excited as she planned to be away and to be really somewhere else. Her bird brain had only room for one emotion that time and so, that night when she packed her things, that morning when she flew off to the north of the country, she was only thrilled...no more no less.
So she had set off to the mountains and sailed along seas. Being a bird, she love the mountain journey and dread the voyage by the sea. She thought of death several times in between her travels but in the end, she resolved to stay alive forever. She rediscovered the lost art of keeping a journal and the forgotten art of saying and meaning a prayer. At the end of the day, she wished for more days to follow and she longed for the comforts of home.
She carved her nickname on one of the fallen logs where most strangers also put theirs. She made it in memory of the day she had come back to Sierra again, 4 months and 22 days after elleor's 22nd birthday. She photographed the Sablang coastal sunrise to remember that the she was spared from all the possible ways of death. She wrote and wrote about so many things that her G-tec eventually ran out of ink.
And as it was the month of february, she was polite to everyone including those who gave her decent and indecent proposals, sent her double-meaning messages, swear everlasting happiness for her...but she, like all birds do, keep her wings open in flight. She will never stay for anyone even for elleor. Unless elleor becomes her home.
There Are Rules
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