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Greetings, earthlings! This is Carissa from my new tumblelog. It was bound to happen sooner or later, I’ve been getting really tired of my old one. I was formerly symphonika (actually I still am), but as of a few minutes ago, I started a new blog and moved on over here. I won’t delete my old one, just because it’s still quite precious to me being my first blog on Tumblr and all, but all my other forthcoming posts will be over here. It’s just but a continuation of my
addictionlife on Tumblr, on much cleaner slate. So, cheers to new beginnings! Let’s hope I don’t get too tired of this one.
So guys, here it is, my new tumblelog. Officially. :) http://tinyecho.tumblr.com
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It was bound to happen anyway, HAHAHA. Please follow. :) I won’t delete this blog, but I won’t be posting here from now on. For those who know me well, they know I have this tendency to be extremely OC about blogs, that’s why I always end up making new ones. LOL.
Some days must remind us of elephants
and their patient motion over the earth,
which values slowness, time
so constant it becomes unnoticeable as air.
An hour slips into the next, leaving creases
on our skin, impressions more subtle than scars
after the tooth marks of the forgotten violence
have disappeared. What stays with us
is nothing personal. Elephants know
their bones will not remember the way
the light beckons in certain seasons, negotiating
journeys across forests, toward cliffs
reluctantly splitting sky. This gentle sky
and its familiar hovering, oblivious to us,
our fragile bodies lit by the flicker of the mind,
possibly imagining elephants wandering the earth
which in centuries to come will hold our bones,
voiceless through the unfolding ages
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If there’s one thing I’ve learned this past week that doesn’t involve recombinant DNA technology, how to be a proper referee in fencing class, different ways of testing evidence, literary criticism in both English and Filipino, nearly every type of mathematical function, and yogurt culture, then I’ll tell you, it’s this: No matter how hard you try, time is never on your side.
You could say it was my sorry letter to 4-3 for not attending right now, or just another one of those frustrated blog posts of angsty teenagers about their life in school.
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