Touch

Soft
Sweet
Sliding beneath
Taste
Touch
Hush

Kung okay lang sayo

December 22, 2000

Hey there. You must be wondering why you’re reading this letter. Actually, I’m not entirely sure myself. All I know is that I have to do this. I have to get this over with and get it off my chest.

Truth is, I’ve been trying to deny how I really feel. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t and almost no good reason why I should. So whenever I start to feel something happening, I just try to avoid it as much as I can. Unfortunately, I’m not very good at that. I guess I just want to finally admit it and then move on from there. I’m tired of lying. And as much as I don’t want to do this because of pride and fear, there’s a bigger part of me that’s telling me to just do it. And so I will.

As it is ridiculously obvious, I like you. And I have since the first day we met. I don’t know why but I just do. There are so many times when I’ve made a fool out of myself because of this and it’s about time that it stopped.

I’m not expecting anything to happen. I just wanted you to know the truth. Sabi nga nung kanta diba, I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven’s door and listen to you breathing. So there, I’ve finally said it. I hope nothing changes and I trust that nothing will. I guess that’s it. Thanks for reading this short letter.

I’ll see you around.

The Port

I woke up today like it was any other day. I donned a plain black shirt, my favorite pair of jeans, and my trusty sneakers and went on with my day. I sneaked in a quick bite, browsed through the front page, and gulped down the last of my coffee. As usual, I was singing in the car letting the stress pass away, driving away the anxieties of the day. I was looking forward to what lay ahead.

There was an unusual peace today. A peace not too foreign, but distinct. I had a weird feeling take over me, that of knowing that everything would be all right. I kept on thinking what good things lay ahead. Over and over, the same thoughts surfaced and resurfaced, lulling me to even greater peace of mind and heart.

A bright light.

Where am I? What am I doing? What time is it? I'm going to be late.

Goodbye, again

Tracing the pictures in my mind
I have come to find you, my friend
Lost again.

There's no sense in regret.
The moments were genuine
Foolish maybe, but real.
So thank you
Until I find you again.

Those are the times

When hours are days and days last forever
When the only sounds are little clicks and muffled air
When my mind runs wild with all the things outside
That's when I start to get thinking

Surrounded by paper piles, posts, and printouts
Trapped within incomplete square walls
While gazing at the distance ten meters away
That's when I start to get thinking

When googley eyes stare wondering
But nothing of sense transpires
When strangled dreams start haunting
That's when I start to get thinking

Burn

Ours was a love of this earth. It had no future and it only brought us down.

Baba

Cute, bright, happy, sweet.
Holding on to memories?
Let's just make new ones.