If only I could squeeze more creative juice from my brain right now, I could have made a poem to outshine Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I doubt Frost wrote that when every cubic centimeter of his body was sore and he was not able to get much sleep for the past week. His heart wasn't beating erratically such that he was expecting a heart attack anytime. Yet he literally AND figuratively had miles to go before he sleeps.
I have exaggerated many things in this lifetime but I really mean it when I say I am so darn stressed. Manila is sucking all of my energy. Everything about me is sore. My blistered feet are swollen to almost double their size (at least that's how they feel!) I think I have covered a thousand miles in less than 48 hours of being here, and inhaled the most impure air the congested city has to offer.
Well, not that everything's bad. In fact, my adventure here for my Visa is really becoming memorable that I could write pages and pages about it.
It's just that if my fairy godmother shows up right now I would ask for sauna and a full body massage in lavender oil. Plus giant pillows and a warm bed with perfumed beddings. *Sighs dreamily*
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