Cow soup

Or more precisely, carabao in water.

As seen on yesterday’s walk from the vantage point of a footbridge over the Matain River.

I had a bad time last night and feel like shit today. And yes, it’s female problems. Again. I’m an f’n idiot who seems incapable of learning. My cowardice has not proven effective in protecting my wounded heart. I just need to find the strength to be content with being alone.

Maybe it was a sign, but this morning I found what I’ve been dreaming of, right on the sidewalk as I passed by:

Better late than never I suppose.

This too shall pass.


Playing with the queen of hearts
Knowing it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anything for you
Laying out another lie
Thinking ’bout a life of crime
‘Cause that’s what I’ll have to do
To keep me away from you

4 thoughts on “Cow soup

  1. Call me soppy and sentimental but I’m always moved to sadness when I come across a solitary displaced playing card.
    That is all.

  2. Thanks for the comment Mr. Soppy and Sentimental! It’s always strange to see a random card laying around. Sometimes I come across one out on a mountain trail and wonder WTF is the story here? Maybe it is a secret message that I’m too dense to comprehend…

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