A Dharma Bum Calling

I lay quietly on my green geometric design sheets of my bed thinking with the weird noise coming from my laptop trying to destroy my mood of writing another blog. I am not actually bothered with it. I am more worried of the thoughts rumbling in my mind and if any seconds these will not come out I'll be suffering of a terribly "pagsisi headache". How worried I am? Truly since I discontinued my work tasks with utmost confidence and guts that had I been a bystander in blogger for about hours now sightseeing or I guess "sightimagining" what is inside my mind. I got a few of good finds though 2 posts published and this of becoming the third. I'll be lying if I admit that I am always in the mood of writing because mostly, I forcefully moodify myself. The hungriness of my hands to type dozens of ideas and words are not just destined or paired up with the right and fully fed up mind of mine. But I take credit of my desires, goals and dreams of being one someday. Have I mentioned that I love reading books? I guess not because of the same reasons I forcefully moodify myself. So what is then these desires, goals and dreams? Easy as a seven-letter-word "popular" or hard as an eleven-letter-word "familiarity" but medium because I take both. The easiness and hardness there is based from the number of words and I just got you. Popular and familiarity in a sense that I'll be known for what I make and not just do is what I am desiring, goaling and dreaming about. It's myself who is making this thing and I want someone else to read it. I remember the first episode of GG season 5 when Chuck Bass said, "I don't write books, I am read about." Well, I want both and the credit of course of writing it. Thus, my dharma bum calling. I just ain't consistent enough with most things bumming my dharmas.

Sincerely,