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One day, when all is said and done, you’d look back and realize that trekking Mt. Batulao was probably one of the best decisions you’ve made. #oha #longestfridayever #ftw
It was a regular afternoon for most of the locals, the town was alive and ready for sundown, when we bought something to eat back at the hotel. We just did ceramics, all muddy and tired of the spinning machine whatsoever.
We had our food taken out and ate. That was some strong cheese, good pasta, and good herbs. It’s called happy for a reason.
After eating we felt sleepy. It was a different kind of sleepy. I tried to control myself, holding on strongly to what I knew was logical to do. Digest the food and just have it like that. But no. I was already sleepy and I saw myself from the other side of the room.
"Go to sleep" - I told myself. That was weird. Astral Projection? No, no. I’m just sleepy. "I’d take a nap".
It was a different kind of sleep. It felt like I was awake. I was shifting from two bodies at different states. One awake. One asleep. I was dreaming of four different dreams at the same time— all rapidly happening, full of energy and details. My head was light, and oh, I was high, I told my awake self. My heart was beating louder than it used to, and fireworks began stretching under my skin, throughout my body. I was alive, at the very exaggeration of the term alive, at the state of sleeping. It felt like riding a roller coaster. I knew all that i was thinking but my conscious self cannot quite interfere. I opened my eyes, I knew we planned on swimming that evening.
But no. We’re too high to swim. My eyes rolled. And I still felt so alive. That was just an extraordinary feeling.
I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking, of everything, all at once. Oh Mary Jane, where are you. I think I’ve hidden you somewhere inside of me.
And now here we stand
both feet kissing the planes of this blessed land—
teary-eyed, yawning mind.
and silently counting.
"come on, come on"
waiting for that Angkor sun.