Where am I?

I've been too busy with the material world and now I'm looking for my place again. I feel lost, unsure, quite anxious and still farting. I indulged myself too much again with the things that I have and I lost again the commonality of the visual presence. Well, I just think I need a few breaks for me to fly again. After all, the past weeks were really too busy and up to now, I'm still working to have this unfinished businesses be fished out. Lesson plans, Casa Checklists and Report Cards, plus the upcoming sports event on the third week of this month. And oh, it's my wife's birthday on the fifteenth, well, I have to utilize my time again properly to maintain my sanity. And oh, my bills again, on the fifteenth, collectors will be roaming the school again, I just hope that I'll be able to make the ends meet there. I just don't feel comfortable having unpaid bills. They all seem to be unending yet I know, that I can still hold them in my hands. In comparison with the guts of someone who had his hands nailed on a cross, mine is too fragile. And I'll be needing his bloody hands again to back me up, I don't care if it's messy, as long as it is Him, I won't care a bit. And I know, beside Him, I can fart without thinking Him getting mad at me, He understands it, after all.
And that's where I am supposed to be.

A place where I can smile, unwind, free, relax and fart....