flat

gabi nanaman. ang dami kong gusto isulat. ang daming tumatakbo sa isip ko. ang dami ko pang gustong itanong. ang dami ko pang gustong gawin.

but i'll choose to stay quiet. because sometimes, i feel so repetitive - so redundant. i mechanize my own twists to my flatlining plot just to get things going. but after a few spikes - those few shortlived up's - i'm falling fast, back to the length of the seemingly unending line... that irritatingly deafening long single-note that just sits on your ear - my ear.

i want this to end. i don't want this to end.

the ellipsis is not yet in sight. nor is the period.

it's just this... lines and more lines. dead blank lines.