Monday, April 29, 2013

Day by day I am going to change. I will not be the same person who you used to kiss and touch. I will still miss you but I will eventually learn to forget the feeling of being with you. Time will teach me to move forward. You'll see. I will not be there anymore. I will not respond to your selfish calls and self-centered demands. You just want me when you know I'm starting to drift away from you. You'll say you love me just when you learn that someone else has my attention. And you will make me fall in love again. And again.

And break me, again.

Friday, April 26, 2013

F*** You Friday Night!

When you're alone in the dark and your neighbors are singing Almost Over You on a fucking Friday night, you can't help but think of a person who, at one point or another, made you laugh. But unfortunately that same person hurt you the most.

You'll remember those happy moments at the same time, the pain.

You'll hate him again. And you will hate your neighbors for singing Almost Over You on a fucking Friday night.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Four years ago today.

Let me take you back to the night we first met.
To the time I didn't know you nor even see you see me.
If only I'd known better, maybe I could have been better.
Or maybe I wouldn't have pushed you too much just to pull you in...and push you away again, to the end.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The Gaps In Between the Lines



Even when it appeared I was absent, I remained.

And even if you've accused me of not listening, truth is I've been paying attention to every word you're saying. I feel every bit of emotion that you're trying to hide from me. I am not oblivious to your grief because your pain is also my pain.

Perhaps you're trying to catch up, but you know me very well. You know that not a fiber of my being can be frozen and be put on hold. I was born to wander. You once said that I am meant to travel far away places. After all, I am never destined to settle.

Thinking that both of us are growing makes me smile and feel a little bit proud. We've seen each other stumble, fall, and learn from our mistakes, intentional or not. However, there is also this emptiness that keeps on thriving between us. I can sense the unuttered panic in both of us and though this feeling remains implicit, we know that it will continue to dwell within ourselves, and haunt us.

Sometimes I keep on exhausting my mind and try musing over our memories. I can still feel the warmth of that Saturday afternoon and the cold sweet air of January mornings with you. They're so vivid not to feel nostalgic towards them.

In sleep, I journey and go to places we could have visited and confess to you feelings that should have been acknowledged. But then I wake up and it's another day.

What we have now, are only the memories of our memories.

They are the ghosts of our past that haunt us before and during sleep. They sleep with us and are far more dreadful during dawn, the time between sleep and full consciousness. These moments are often mistaken for reality where in fact they're just combinations of failed dreams and false hopes.

If your heart has gotten tad weary, I would understand you asking me to stop, or at least slow down, and wait for you. But for all we know, standing still is far beyond the bounds of possibility.

I never got the chance to express my gratitude and appreciation for you. Words are not enough now. I hope I had the courage to show you how overwhelmed I was before, with you.

I know that maybe someday, when the moment is right and when what we are willing to give to each other is more than enough, we will be together. We will be able to transcend all these pains and guilt that keep on weighing us down.

Of all the possibilities waiting in line, what I want the most is for you to outrival anguish and sorrow, and to truly know love and peace in this life.

As much as I want and need you, I also need to be free and redeem that sense of independence that I have long forgotten. There's a need for me to safeguard this little amount of love that's left in me. You cannot give what you do not have, they say. So might as well nourish my soul first and by then, I can be your infinite source of love and life.

Yet, it could also be that the universe wants me here for some other reason, and that could be to prepare you for someone who deserves you best. Likewise, you might be paving the right path for that one special person to meet me and love me in some rare and incandescent ways.

Let us not drown ourselves in learned helplessness. There is more to life than picking at old wounds. Let's complete the cycle and move to another.

There will be light in every step of the way. This, I can promise you.



P.S.
I have loved you.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Wasted

Isang kilometong puti at pinong buhangin sa isang malayong isla.

Sumama ako sa isang mahabang byahe para marating ko lang ang paraisong ito. Walang cellphone signal, sakto para sa mga nais kalimutan ang syudad kahit panandalian lang. Hindi magkakakilala ang mga tao. Walang pakialamanan. Bahala ka kung anong gusto mong gawin.

Sinamantala ko naman ang pagkakataon. Matagal ko nang pinangarap na mapunta sa isang magandang beach, magpakalasing at matulog sa tabing-dagat.

Uminom ako ng pinagmamalaking lokal na inumin. Hindi tuba. Nipa Vodka ito. Masarap naman at in fairness, nakakalasing.

Ang sarap sa pakiramdam na umiinom ka dahil masaya ka. Kadalasan kasi, umiinom ang iba dahil may pinagdadaanan sila. Nangyari na rin to sa akin. Nakakatuwang isipin na hindi mo na naisip ang taong kadalasang naiisip mo pag umiinom ka.

Yun na nga. Nagawa ko na rin ang pinapangarap ko. Hindi ko na namalayang nakatulog na pala ako sa buhangin, hindi na ako nakaabot pa sa tent. May mga bantay naman ako. Tatlong lalaking mababait. Akalain mong paggising ko may kumot na ako. Haha! Sa tatlong kumag, the best kayo mga kuya!

Dahil marami-raming brain cells ang namatay dahil sa pag-inom ko nung weekend, hindi na muna ako iinom sa loob ng isang buwan. Nanamnamin kong naging wasted ulit ako sa loob ng napakaraming taon.