For my Hum1 assignment, I created this mosaic made entirely out of plastic strips. I call it "Big Eyes" after the Bouncing Souls song, which lyrics seem apt to me more than ever. I view this art as an expression of confusion, uncertainty; dubiousness. I had initially thought that coming to Manila everyday would suit my fancy, yet what I have perceived has not satiated my expectations. What I have witnessed so far has left me sad, even a little angry.
This is the first time in my life that I've had a liking for someone so much so that I can call him my "inspiration". I used to disregard that kind of crap, for I simply never believed in it. But here is this guy who is living proof that an infatuation can actually lead to motivation. For some days now, I've been finding myself striving to do well in class because of his genius, which, for the most part, has surpassed our professors' demands. Relatively, the guy is, well, brilliant.
It is sad for me to realize that that feeling of inspiration has expired today because I lost. No chance in hell. I am not envious, never. But I feel dejected for losing that drive. For being keenly interested, but for being indifferent now. For not being able to summon any other sensible topic to write about other than this. I feel silly thinking about it. A month has barely passed after all.
Today, I lost an inspiration, not to someone, as I like to believe it. But I lost it only to myself, whose perspective sporadically and drastically alters. No harm in that.
Feelings suck.
You left home for the first time when you were seventeen
Searching for a life, beginning a new dream
Drove the car all night to learn your way around
Feeling so alone in the parking lot downtown
You had your love to give, so much life to live
Hey little girl, don't look so sad
It's not the end of the world
Seen this film before
Already know the ending
Some of the faces change, but the plot it stays the same
Take my hand
Let's walk away
What did those big eyes see
A world where nothing's free
Your innocent beauty, slipping quietly
With every turn you found no one to understand
Why would you feel so down, no one to really see
What a woman you could be
Hey little girl, don't look so sad
It's not the end of the world
Seen this film before
Already know the ending
Some of the faces change, but the plot it stays the same
You gave your heart
Every moment when no one can
They made you small
They couldn't make you fall
Hey little girl
Hey, hey little girl
Hey little girl
Hey little girl, don't look so sad
It's not the end of the world
Seen this film before
Already know the ending
Some of the faces change, but the plot it stays the same
So take my hand
Take my hand
So take my hand
Let's walk away
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