bugtaw

*

because the scabs have fallen

and 

our new tiny hearts can be broken,

but we don’t care as long as

“nobody knows it, but you got a secret smile and you use it only for me…”

♥ 

for someone whose life has been so full of staying at the background, scarred,

it is a blessing that someone else who has so much love to give, so much passion for being alive,

so much laughter and mended brokenness to share,

holds the hand,

holds the world with tender palms.

for someone who has been less appreciated and has prostituted the heart for staying

it is an eternal gift that someone else can make everything easier

by being there beside you as millions of people

are busy finding their places under the sun.

funny how this world of movies, music, and the written talks about love

and fails to understand its real essence.

like a big big jail, there are billions of bruised realms around us but why is it that

most of us feel alone?

and this question that has been haunting me for  years,

that has been falsely filled up with some strangers and guises

dies…

as i nap between treading the world with a heart that will never give up on loving,

and, meeting the monsters, hobos and beggars,

with you.

 ¤ yes. ¤

*for the streets of Bacolod, Nonon and Yowee,

and the rest of the other nomads and to Mic

for the Tina Paner and Madame Auring hirits.

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