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kuso
11/25/08*
waking up
alone in the bus
is like recollecting all those you loved
as those places you wanted to go.
like strangers who appear in your dreams
but you have never met in real life.
like the very first morning you have to choose
between staying for the years or breaking free
with days of unfathomed happiness.
like crying in the cinema as you sit next to
people who come in pairs, their fingers wandering in the dark.
like making new memories in a place you used to fear
because it was owned by somebody else.
like packing your clothes after a long vacation
and sliding back to normal routinary days.
like reading old love letters that you cannot understand
anymore. after a year.
like folding blankets and singing songs you could not finish,
unfolding scratch papers were you used to write formulas
if in case cheating is the best way out.
like sleeping right next to someone who does not talk
but who touches you as if you got the most delicate skin.
like a death of a long-lost classmate and your black and white yearbook,
like teachers who are still teachers until today,
husbands and wives separated by financial warfare and sexual incompatibility.
like a 6-minute drizzle before your flight to somewhere unknown,
like falling in line to receive your first or last salary,
like calling someone in muffles because you have to let go that way,
like the smell of firecrackers the morning after New Year’s eve,
like confessing about a new love to your boyfriend and all he could give is a hug.
like working all day in the office and going home without a sense of purpose,
like drinking a lot of alcohol but eating more pain, not forgetting.
like loving endlessly without requiring too much time and too much presence.
like looking back and finding out that you are someone better this time around.
like remembering people who never stripped off your real essence.
like slapping a face. like your first dose of fellatio. like bra straps pulled by a lover.
like a world that talks about too much love but does it too seldom.
like failing and summing up your scars in one name.
like
clinging on to uncertainties
because you believe that
we do not know what we really want
until we find it.
one day.
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Posted by Chai at November 26, 2008, 11:52 amOMG. you pull me by the gut. thank you.
Posted by karen at November 26, 2008, 3:27 pm@ben: each to his own mystery. this makes inner space larger than the outer 
@ chai: thanks for sharing ha. i will definitely wander there.
@karen: we slap each other no? 
like waking up lost from a nap that left you forgetting what time, day or year it is. and discovering holes in your heart while reading sad truths written in beautiful words after wandering here.
*sending lots of luff*
Posted by kimay at November 30, 2008, 7:53 pm@kimay:
Posted by modernpatadyong at November 30, 2008, 11:19 pmtol, unsay pasabot sa blank… no comment? T_T LOL… (=
Posted by kimay at December 1, 2008, 5:26 pm@kimay: tol, bwisit ning comment publishing sa akong blog. pareha sa imoa before ba. haha. what i wanted to tell you was: the words here are just a reflection of half of how beautiful YOU are
Posted by modernpatadyong at December 2, 2008, 7:53 pm
You are a mystery I wish not to solve.
Posted by ben at November 25, 2008, 7:49 pm