crayoned thoughts

Like playing the tug of war, he was pulling away trying to get a hold of that quest that he called space.  He clutched the end of the rope in a way where he’s all set to let loose.  And you, you tightened your grip, fighting to win him over.  But you knew you can’t keep holding on. Then the world fell apart and you’re exactly where you were on the afternoon you chose to let go. When you said the closure words and he just nodded his head and left without saying a word.

He was quietly sleeping for three long years.  He's been kept, but had become like one of those things you would put in a corner, unnoticed, ignored. For three long years, you’ve been trying to move on.  Trying so hard to forget all the bittersweet memories of the moments when he was all your world. Then one day, he suddenly woke up.  He emerged from that disregarded corner looking like a creature from some divine world.  Goddamn beautiful.  He came to you, “remember be, touch me”.  “Not fair”, was all you could say. After three silent years, your world trembled again.  You could not unnoticed him. You remembered him and all that he was. You mustered all your strength not to touch him, and you failed. And you were looking for that one exact word that would describe all the feelings that you felt all at once.

Time was never on our side,         though we are         to each other. You looked for me         at ten in the morning,         but I could not let you         find me. I looked for you         at four in the afternoon,         but you would not let me         find you. We may be         two same clocks,         but we just never beat         at the same time.

My Basic Speech Project #2 piece. Speech Title: The Silly Things Brief Description: The silly things I thought were true when I was little Did you as a child believe that if you swallowed a watermelon seed, it would grow inside your stomach and you would become a tree? Fellow toastmasters, guests, those who have creative and silly beliefs during their childhood, good evening! I had a few silly notions that I was so sure of when I was a kid.  Have you also believed before that if you swallowed a butong-pakwan, it would grow inside your stomach, and soon enough you would become a tree?  How about believing that people on TV shows lived inside the television?  Yes? Aside from these, can you think of at least three more things you thought were true when you were little? Okay, let me tell you mine.  These three silly things are in the context of sexual orientation.  I especially picked these three out of the other things down memory lane because I strongly felt and beli

I will sit with you in the bar with a bottle of frozen cold beer in our hands. We will talk amidst the buzz and haze, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips. We will get drunk. We will let ourselves get lost in dizziness and rubbish talks. I will listen to all of your drunken stories. You will laugh at it, laugh out loud for no apparent reasons. And I will listen to your stories. I will sit with you in the beach with a glass of thirst-quenching smoothie in our hands. We will talk amidst the heat and sweat, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips. We will plunge into the sea. We will let the saltwater heals the wounds of our skin and soul. I will listen to all of your past heartaches. You will laugh at it, marveling how time indeed heals. And I will listen to your stories. I will sit with you in the porch with a cup of coffee in our hands. We will talk amidst the breeze and the chirps of the birds, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips. We will relax our shoulders, close