It's full moon tonight. And I'm watching it rise from my bedroom window. If I stay still long enough, I'm actually able to see it move. Funny how it seems to get smaller, or am I deluding myself?

I need to breathe, I want to stretch my arms out.
I want to be able to feel the sun's gentle rays warming my skin.
I want a place I can hop around in.
Jiggle, bob, and move.
No matter what my mom tries to give me,
or I ask for or get myself,
I still feel
stifled.

Sometimes, it's no longer about the physical.
Sometimes I want to have a place where my mind will be stretched.
Sometimes I want a place where I can think.
Dream, imagine, and write.
Sometimes, even when I'm interested and apply myself,
in some part of my mind or other,
I still get
bored.

Does the moon get brighter because the sky is darker?
Or does the sky go black as the moon goes white?

I should be doing my assginment,
I should be reading my readings,
I'm blogging instead.

I wonder if I am in introvert inside, or did I just learn to be one?
Now, I have a limit to the amount of interaction I can have.
Whether for the day or for a person or group.
I remember I used to get (still do, in fact) sick of michelle.
I wonder why I'm applying it to others as well..

I guess going to malaysia for the weekend is a good thing.
It gives me time to miss the people here
and get my mood back to be happy with them.
But I can't help but curse and swear that it takes time away from my hands.
Time I could have used to study (but think about it. I won't.)