Steve is on (to) something

only a few
truly appreciate
the beauty of the night -
not many are privy
to its silent murmurings
or the lonely starlight
or the tender glow
of the pink pre-dawn.
only a few
dare turn from the sun
and with the moonbeams
rendezvous,
their fanciful glow
ever forming, unforming;
not many hold forth
from the sweet grasp of sleep -
that power that night
wields over the weak

dusk melts into the night
like a shadow,
stealing into the darkness
like birdsong,
gradually fading to silence
like sleep;
gently bringing the peace.

I’m too bored and too overwhelmed with ideas to write something new. I did, however, find this from my “journal”. Some more episodes of airport adventure for whoever cares to read.

So on the third day of supposed-to-be-home-already, I am still here stuck in NAIA. The first day, we didn’t push through with going home because dad decided to make us wait to get Cody the next day. Which, considering, is okay with me. The second day, we didn’t make it again because we got to the airport at 2 pm, and all the flights that afternoon were full (Read: PAL overbooks all its flights), and mom and I being designated NonRevenue (because it’s a free ticket), well you get the point. At 9.30 last night, mom decided to not spend the night at the airport so that we could get some good shut-eye. We took up our bags, stood on the sidewalk for 10 more minutes before finding a bus that would take us to YSTAPHIL. And sleep. And back here with nothing to do. Actually, I tried to sleep – twice. But it just won’t work. It’s too cold, and they seem to have designed the benches in here especially so that you will have a hard time sleeping on them.