/ by John Javellana

Nothing I miss more than being on the field. I miss the long road trips. The nauseating boat rides. The excitement of trying out a new means of getting around. Discovering new things you thought were never there and meeting different people who each has a fascinating story to tell about their take on this whole thing we call life. Most of all, I miss the comforting perturbation that you can only get when you are lost in the beauty of this world and the unfamiliar no matter how f*cked up it is. Presently stagnant for the longest of times as I muster and succumb to the requirements of stability and balance being an adult, living on your own. It’s fine. It’s a transition I needed. But only God knows how I’ll channel these caged desires. I am just waiting for my turn to move. barugboog.tumblr.com (Taken with instagram)

Nothing I miss more than being on the field. I miss the long road trips. The nauseating boat rides. The excitement of trying out a new means of getting around. Discovering new things you thought were never there and meeting different people who each has a fascinating story to tell about their take on this whole thing we call life. Most of all, I miss the comforting perturbation that you can only get when you are lost in the beauty of this world and the unfamiliar no matter how f*cked up it is. Presently stagnant for the longest of times as I muster and succumb to the requirements of stability and balance being an adult, living on your own. It’s fine. It’s a transition I needed. But only God knows how I’ll channel these caged desires. I am just waiting for my turn to move. barugboog.tumblr.com (Taken with instagram)