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As the night grows deep,
the day grows tired,
the hours get colder,
and though the lights of the city seem to glow brighter
they don't seem to be getting closer to me
nor I to them.

Unsent

The bus trip is a journey by itself, filled with the thoughts, feelings, and emotions of every single passenger and the people in their lives. But as rich as all these stories are, we also realize that we are but a passing second in the journeys of the thousands of people we pass by. One man's story can be as insignificant as a grain of sand on the beach. One story is but a speck in a world filled with stories--bits of people's lives which determine the course of their lives and possibly even the rest of the world's.

Mine is one you might have heard a little too often.

It's about not being able to tell the person you've been loving from a distance all your life, the one person you can never get out of your life yet never had in it in the first place, just how important they are to you. It involves the countless times you've wished they were with you during your major life events, on quiet nights, long trips where you get to do a lot of thinking, or even during moments when you suddenly smile and you want your muse to know that she is loved, remembered, and very much appreciated.

It is a hopeless case, but the whole point of telling the story and the reason there is a story to tell is because of that continuous piercing pain of your beloved never knowing the millions of stories, moments, and reasons for your holding on to one of your life's greatest dreams. Instead you try to be content with just letting the rest of the world know the universe of commitment and struggling contentment that you live in.


[Written on a Baguio bus trip]

Star Signs

For days I've been receiving mystical insights about being able to make life changing decisions. I've been reading runes, seeing stars, and hearing divine words from heaven. Yet at the close of another day I am left dumbfounded. There have been no moments of clarity or chancings of counsel.

Mas y mas

Some things never cease
Some things never change
Some things just grow more beautiful with time
They don't wither nor fade nor die
They just continue to bloom and blossom
Never bowing down to whatever comes its way
Neither winter nor fall or the cruelty of man to life
It remains as a delicate beauty
Fierce, strong, and ardent

Every time I see you
I lose a bit of myself
I have to catch my breath
I struggle between heartbeats
and I lose grip on all my sensibilities

You slay me
drive me crazy
you never let me rest
l see you in the morning sun, the afternoon sky, and the evening rain

You never let me breathe
nor wince
nor sigh
without filling me with a tremendous longing for your smile
keeping me in a helpless distance from your touch

Just to see you smile
to know that you're comfortable
to make sure you won't have a reason to put your head down
That would be all I need to satisfy the rest of my days
That is the only calm I seek before I give in to the night