Good Friday.

A day of passion fueled by brilliant minds and intransigent equals.

Equals, that's what you said, dad.

I shall work and think my way to that level of clarity and peace.

That world of non-Guilt.:)

Just Because You Got Me On My Second Cup.

Let me somehow show a similar reflection:

Odd for a bright day. The stranger who now owns her drawer answers the phone. She becomes a gesticulating fool for a deaf man.

Yes, those shelves will be emptied soon, perhaps in his absence or while they both watch.

Yes, the scent of that distant past will waft into the air, eventually.

Yes, the strands of her hair will no longer call the carpet "home."

Yes, her laughter will turn into a long-forgotten sound.

And one bright day, oddly enough, he'll find his heart breaking. (too)

Thanks, Wook.

I never knew that that's what you've been seeing all this time.

I never knew that I've been blooming all along... all these years.

You're right though. Huli lang si Gumption.^^

This self-doubt that has always accompanied me has to be pushed off a cliff.

^^

Facets Of You, Love.

The jokester. The imbecile. The lover. The quiet. The angry. The brilliant. The fickle. The steadfast. The liar. The promising. The abandoned.

Long Months: Years.

I'm putting "and wonderful" on the second space and "ahead" before the period.

:)

Then this: For Shirley.

Not Enough Black. Not Enough Blue.

Not enough red either.

I want you binding your broken hands on that hill- once you've reached it.

I'm on the other side of your continent already.

You got too busy chasing butterflies on that path.

And I got too busy chasing the blue of that sky.

Jenny Said, Write In Images.

Her face looks confused between laughter and tears.

Her mouth opens wide to let out laughter, to let out sobs.

(Here's me trying...)

She closes her eyes.

Smiles and breathes deeply.

Opens her eyes and smiles as the music soars.

It was all worth it, she thinks.

Somehow.

(See, I will remain that faithful dreamer. That faithful believer. That faithful hopeful... this is just a small, failed test... but there are individuals out there worthy of my faith. Worthy of faith.)

So soaring I will remain.:)