Sagarang Daydream.

   
More like, 

         sa gara ng daydream 
                   
                 I am in eternal summer.

She Said Hush.

So I nodded and signed, "I am now one of the things I make friends with..."

There are hidden landscapes here. Maybe I will go to that hidden hill overlooking the hidden sea... and have myself a hidden picnic.

Would you care to hide with me, Love?

Sigh... find me first... :)

Resilience.

A descendant of Johnny Campbell decided to lease one of my rooms for the next sixty years.

How can I say no?:)

The Best Hiding Place.

Metaphors.

(My friends are here.)

Sandwiched.

Pure cuteness he said. :)

How he loved her crushed lips. Her pinched nose. Her fish on land language.

Of course he was too busy basking in his joy to have left enough air for the words to be said.

But she knew, that much like her captive cheeks, his joy was likewise sandwiched between them.

Sad Creature That She's Always Been.

Amazingly bright smiles have found mothers in her lips.

She has always tried to see the world as that blurry foreground flanked by the dark mountains of her youth.

She has always found peace staring out of windows.

Wounded Heart.

Threads and threads have formed to shield it from bleeding itself dry.

And under a well-meaning sleeve, it will hide.

A wide smile will find itself its unlikely comrade.

Of different capacities.

With the same, unlikely, battle.

What Fruit?

Where can I find the tree that bears all?

So There She Lies.

A lost mass of flesh and thoughts and possibilities.

The blue sky ever rising out of her reach.

The earth refusing the contours of her back.

So there she floats.

Where There does not know Where.

So There she lies.

Even If You Push And Push.

Sigh.. alright... just one then.

One.

(Sometimes I wonder if all this control is one day gonna find me grazing with the rest of the herd in the animal farm.)

Say "Hello World!"

Testing...
            ...is this working?
                              ... APPARENTLY!

Three Years, Five Months, 13 Days...

My youthful stares, it seems, had been abandoned at sixteen... or does my mind simply badger? my old words, my old voice had gone beyond the horizon- and it was not the age of seafarers then... had they really fallen off the edge of this earth or do I just need to keep my feet planted on this shore and await their long-awaited but certain return? I know not. All I can really do right now is sigh... as I have been doing so for the past few days.

Traces of myself had made love with the sands of time and had been, sadly, wasted away by its waves.

Sometimes I wonder if the soul would have found another road to catharsis if man never discovered the great importance of sighing or the greater, liberating reality of shrugging... but my weight is not that cumbersome as yet and I can't shrug... yet.

But the weight is like that of single drop of water hitting one part of your body over and over and over again. The one redeeming difference is- it is sometimes sweet torture.

(Sometimes I still feel this. Like a leadened weight chafing my shoulder blades and pounding my skull. Only this time, I smile. Oh blessed, blessed smile. It strains my cheeks but soothes my soul.)

Inadvertent Confidante.

You have been with me since my first vivid memory. Still, I haven't thanked you yet...

Sigh, Thank You. :-)

Hank.

I think I understand now how you felt after the first pour. I wish I had the same stretch of road between dinner and myself. I wish I can spare myself of the idle chatter that will surely come after the repast.

I wish I had a metal in my pocket, too... to tell me that it was all worth it... nevertheless...

In Equal Amounts.

The realization came at a bad time but, nonetheless, I am glad it came anyway.

As They Say, "Gunyang!"

Heck, I don't know why I'm posting this. Hahaha.

(I guess) to remind myself that a (-n imaginary) spoonful of sugar helps the "medicine" go down.^_^

I Am In Banaue.

It's 5A.M. and I am walking to the hotel. I am going to have tapsilog for breakfast and have the most wonderful view from the restaurant window. I am going to meet a young girl named Dominique and we're going to share my merienda and my cup of coffee (shhh). I am going to buy three pairs of the most gorgeous earrings. I am going to take a two-hour hike. I am going to see this man who looks so much like Sting and I am going to be convinced forever that it was really him.

Yes, I am still in Banaue.