I’ve gone through enough breakups in my life to know that it all pans out the same. There’s a period of sadness - that aching, throbbing of pain that jolts you awake in the middle of your sleep, or pushes you to get a tattoo, a haircut, a random trip, a stranger’s kiss, another drink, just anything that could help you from sinking so deep into your conscious melancholy…and then it eventually gets better.
Read MoreHindi ka pa rin nagbabago. Ikaw pa rin ang tala at buwan at musika at araw at dagat at lahat ng bagay na mahal ko, all rolled into one.
Read MoreThis is nonsense! As it always is.
Read MoreI could think of many words to use to write about my love. After all, I have seen him in ‘most every state.
Read MoreWe used to be Sundays.
Read MoreI just miss you, is all. And if I could maybe say that to your face and not feel like a complete idiot for loving you in the same enamoured light as I have always, then maybe today could have been better.
Read MoreOne would think that after its long history of consistently not working to anybody’s advantage, we will have learned by now that fighting hate with hate does not work but, here we are.
Read MoreWhat a real treat to have these past few days off - my pillows are on the floor and I’m a little overslept. My fingers are quivering on these keys eager to make sense of my rather chaotic thoughts, drunk on caffeine and high on rest. 2016 is finally here and as much as we’d like to say that we don’t need a new year to make changes, it definitely feels like a clean slate.
Read MoreIn case you ever wondered.
Read MoreDo you see the stars, my darling? Looking at them now is like staring right at the past - the flickers we see are from hundreds of years back. Old stars, small stars, dead stars - those that shine on without the need for consent and those that have quietly retreated to a dim.
Read MoreI have had my fair share of storm chasing, tiptoed ramblings, quiet mournings, reluctant assumptions, and steadied breathing, but this - you and I, and whoever we once thought we were, (almost) together - this is the unbecoming of glorious, floating beds of cloud into continuous, free falling rain.
Read MoreI almost hit a wall. A post. Those big island pavements that split the roads into two. Two seconds. That’s all it took for me to take my eyes away from my driving; maybe because it was late, maybe I was exhausted. I was out of body for two seconds and then, there was a post, an island, a huge chunk of formed cement right in front of my car, about a foot from the tip of my headlights. Two seconds from what could've been a life changing, threatening - experience. Two seconds, a split into millis, and then, a miracle: my angel waking me up, my reflexes back on again and I hit the brakes. It was a haze and I had to stop by the roadside, put on my hazard lights, and pray.
Read MoreShe was a troubled little thing that hung around in corners of odd places, staring like a mad man at passersby, putting stories into faces, and killing time with a kind of keenness I never quite understood. Young and dipped in folly,
Read MoreDear friend,
Maybe it is far too haste of me to speak of it now - but the littlest love I cannot keep within myself, what more this.
It bangs in my heart and thoughts like a mad man on a wooden door, and I hold my breath each time I have to look at you straight in the eyes, to keep my lips from moving past what I deem appropriate, and spread it out thickly with my voice as it had been in my mind; timing, or maybe, the readiness of your heart - I do not wish to steal you from them nor am I banking in your swift reciprocation - the place, or maybe, the doubts in your soul - I don’t think it’s time yet for me to say, but timing doesn’t negate nor dampen the effect you have on me, and consequently, the urgency my heart braves in keeping up with the chaos of falling terrifyingly fast into the unknown.
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