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[with-love-ally]

Takip-silim sa UPD // 13Oct2016

Makulimlim at pumipitik pitik ang sirang ilaw ng poste sa gilid ng kalye. Dumidilim na naman ang daan. Kanina pa nga ata umuulan at kanina pa gumagabi. Kanina pa rin ako andito. Teka, magpapatila lang. Ilang minuto pa siguro, makakaalis rin.

Mabigat ang bawat patak. Maingay ang bawat talamsik. Ngunit bingi ang dalawang tenga sa lakas ng hangin. Wala na akong maisip, hindi ko rin naman mapipigilan at mahihinto ang pag ulan. Ulan at oras, ulan at pagkakataon, ulan at mundo. Sisilong ka at mababasa rin. Magpapatila at mababasa rin. Tatakbo at mababasa rin. Susulong at mababasa rin. Wala akong sapat na dahilan para isipin pa ‘to pero mas nalulunod ang sarili sa mga tanong kaysa sa mga sagot. At heto, lumalakas na naman yata ang ulan. Tiis pa, makakauwi rin.

Isang malakas na kulog ang bumasag sa kawalan. Kanina mo pa hawak ang kamay kong nanginginig. Kanina ka pa kumakanta at kanina pa ako sayo nakatitig. Wala na akong malay sa oras na nagdaan at sa ulan na lumalakas. Kaya pala. Napupuno ako ng tanong pero mas pinupunan mo 'ko ng tiwala. Kaya pa.

Nakakabulag na ang ngayo'y maliliit na patak. Malabo pa rin ang mga ilaw ng mga kotseng nagdaraan. Puno na naman ng tubig ang butas sa may hagdan at tuloy tuloy ang agos sa kanal na dati'y tinatapunan lang ng paglagyan ng kendi. Oo nga, hindi pa siguro humihinto ang ulan magmula kanina.

[with-love-ally]

good morning

You're my sweet dream kisses underneath the blanket sheets.

  You're my warm breath sleep undercover, tangled arms and feet.

  You're my sunbeam touched by the window glass, in the morning breeze

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The world is full of chaos and disasters and storms. So we are, but only stronger.

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We breathe thunder, lightning and storms. Until someone calms our lungs and, gently kisses us with summer, autumn leaves and fall.

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Drizzle From Heaven

Oh lil’ bud, if you ever wake up in this world full of uncertainties, I’ll give you a certain one: Life.

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Tu me manques, my dear..

To me, thou shall not be gone, But from me, thou shall be missed.

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“We break our bones, until we spill our souls.”

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Cycle

Perhaps, the moon blamed the sun, and the sun blamed himself that he chased but she ran. But maybe, the moon blamed herself, too. Maybe she should have run away from the start. And that maybe, it was really a terrible mistake to be with someone you knew would destroy you. But this is the thing about loving someone. Regardless of the consequences, we take every risk even if the danger and trouble and fear were right there. We deny, we risk, until the only thing that we can do is to run.

But the pain would not.

So yeah.

It is just a legend.

Told in hundreds of versions.

Told by a hundred tongues.

Told by a hundred books.

It is just a story.

Isn’t it?

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3 AM

“Trust me, there are lot of people who wakes up every 3am, but then starts writing at 5:00. If you do think they sleep after that- well no. At 3, they think all of the possible ways to escape from the reality that there is something about the time and memories that can kill them at that very moment.  It will took them hours, until they are mad about their own thoughts. And before they knew it, they kill themselves already before they can escape, only to find no physical bodies at 5. So trust me dear, you don’t want to be dead, and losing your damn soul at dawn. “

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“Out of my 206 bones, even just the 28 bones of my phalanges wanted to touch you.”

  [I don’t know how, but I swear, I’m starting to appreciate AnaPhy kahit ang baba ng quizzes ko sa lecture. Hihihi. ps. photo not mine]

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Night myrrh

In dead silence, I rotten. In dead silence I hide. But the smell you've given, perfumed my body when I died.

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04•22•15: Mùse'o *Sometimes, the most sparkly and beautiful things are not the biggest ones. They can be the smallest thing you've ever seen. Or mostly, you couldn't see them anymore. And that's why we sometimes ignore 'em, we let happiness passed us by.*

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Nostalgia and Dream

And you count the stars; like counting sheep; from clusters in darkness afar; wishing they will make you sleep.

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Be a disaster and peace at the same time.

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I know what's this; a vulnerability, a soft point, ah! you.