Okay. Hear me out.
The most amazing but unusual thing happened to me. Nasa taxi ako pauwi.I think I had a bit too much wine to drink from a friend's house party that I had this strong desire to write something. I grabbed my journal and started scribbling stuff down on paper. I wasnt even looking. My hands were doing all the work while my mind drifted away along the heavily air polluted streets of Pasig. The taxi dropped me home and I forgot all about what I wrote until I read it again the next day. I was shocked. Cause what I wrote was about something that happened to me a long, long time ago. The thing is, this is my unconscious talking (or maybe the wine), NOT ME. So this is what came out:
The night was of peace, sorrow and destiny. The quiet street bristled with apathy yet all we heard was the symphony that dwelled within us - a duet of molded hearts. There we were, enjoying the air that was pure in every way. In that exact time our hearts were synchronized.
But it was inevitable - like our lives were already printed in history. We were there, beneath the star studded skies when your eyes radiated with innocence while mine of grief, regret, anger and confusion. I wanted what was mine so badly. And what faced you was nothing more than a past - a past that I wish you once deemed important.
No.
This is not love.
For love is something perpetual. It is everlasting. It does not wither. It never fails. It is designed by the hands of God. Its essence is weaved by the Omnipresent.
But what was it? Was this merely a bond? One that is created when beings converge and understand each other holistically? Was the pain caused by the lack of something that was once part of you and at the present is fondled by someones arms?
I wish not to know the whys or the hows. What I wish to discover is the cure that will alleviate the bruises that this foolishness has caused me; to wipe away what is left of my tears with a handkerchief that is no longer soaked.
The most amazing but unusual thing happened to me. Nasa taxi ako pauwi.I think I had a bit too much wine to drink from a friend's house party that I had this strong desire to write something. I grabbed my journal and started scribbling stuff down on paper. I wasnt even looking. My hands were doing all the work while my mind drifted away along the heavily air polluted streets of Pasig. The taxi dropped me home and I forgot all about what I wrote until I read it again the next day. I was shocked. Cause what I wrote was about something that happened to me a long, long time ago. The thing is, this is my unconscious talking (or maybe the wine), NOT ME. So this is what came out:
The night was of peace, sorrow and destiny. The quiet street bristled with apathy yet all we heard was the symphony that dwelled within us - a duet of molded hearts. There we were, enjoying the air that was pure in every way. In that exact time our hearts were synchronized.
But it was inevitable - like our lives were already printed in history. We were there, beneath the star studded skies when your eyes radiated with innocence while mine of grief, regret, anger and confusion. I wanted what was mine so badly. And what faced you was nothing more than a past - a past that I wish you once deemed important.
No.
This is not love.
For love is something perpetual. It is everlasting. It does not wither. It never fails. It is designed by the hands of God. Its essence is weaved by the Omnipresent.
But what was it? Was this merely a bond? One that is created when beings converge and understand each other holistically? Was the pain caused by the lack of something that was once part of you and at the present is fondled by someones arms?
I wish not to know the whys or the hows. What I wish to discover is the cure that will alleviate the bruises that this foolishness has caused me; to wipe away what is left of my tears with a handkerchief that is no longer soaked.
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