{"id":152,"date":"2024-03-05T00:23:01","date_gmt":"2024-03-05T08:23:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/?p=152"},"modified":"2024-03-05T00:23:02","modified_gmt":"2024-03-05T08:23:02","slug":"bubbly-jan-unpublished-drafts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/2024\/03\/05\/bubbly-jan-unpublished-drafts\/","title":{"rendered":"bubbly jan (unpublished drafts)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I am looking at a blank page, trying to transcribe all these bubbly feelings inside. The urgency to let it all out is strong, so much so that I can&#8217;t hold back. Yet, I stutter. All I can get is a set of repetitive words and phrases that I have already used in many of my writings. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I start by describing a scene that depicts how the sunlight is beautifully embellishing the environment, before I can finish this sentence, I press the backspace repeatedly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I finally relax, after repeating the process above a few times, I get back to the keyboard eager to fulfill this calling to put my thoughts on paper. Many images and scenes flood my brain, making it so hard to process everything&#8230; Memories mixed with made-up stories in my mind flash before my eyes as soon as I close them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then I see you. And us. In a blend of recollections and fiction. I can barely distinguish what is real and what isn&#8217;t. I randomly feel the jeans jacket you were wearing on that cold night, both of us shivering but not wanting to be the one to call it a night. More and more scenes drench my brain without my consent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I don&#8217;t hold back a giggle. I am scared to death, but can&#8217;t really not follow my rule #1: avoid holding back. So I don&#8217;t. As reckless as I can be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Uh Oh&#8221;, I say before I sigh. In one of those &#8220;Aha&#8221; I realise the obvious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yes, I think I just caught a cold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am looking at a blank page, trying to transcribe all these bubbly feelings inside. The urgency to let it all out is strong, so much so that I can&#8217;t hold back. Yet, I stutter. All I can get is a set of repetitive words and phrases that I have already used in many of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-152","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/152","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=152"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/152\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":164,"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/152\/revisions\/164"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=152"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=152"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=152"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}