Ahyela Andojar Biography

My mind twisted as I nibble the detail of so called twaddle thought. Every idle time I have are consumed into this. In between waking up and being awake, I begin.

I manage my susceptibility to light by closing my eyes during travels. I love the sun when it kisses my skin however the light it brings is not mostly welcome. I feel the brightness can shatter all that I have been building up since the beginning. My thoughts are usually simple yet intertwined in complexity. It’s there but nobody seems to be puzzled, just me.

I look at people straight in the eye. I hear their voices as they talk to me. I talk but often times they tell me, “again? ” I’m sure I had spoken something. I heard myself but I’m not sure if the words came out or trapped inside.

Like a real masochist that I am, I continue to indulge myself into this irrational thinking. It’s clear I value emotion rather than reason for emotion has countless reason while reason is just it. Oh, now I know why I almost flank my psychology subject during college.

It is indeed with pain, if I could curl – up in my bed the whole time of my existence I would. Imagine. Just to shut my brain as if I knew nothing. I wish I know nothing. It is hard being me. I’m still to be educated as I am ignorant in so many things yet I wish to reverse all that I have realized. Maybe, I can greet the sun with open eyes and a smile and my skin will sparkle from within… from the bits and pieces of diamond in my brain.

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