Distansya

Hindi nasusukat sa kung ilang kilometro ang layo

Hindi alintana kung taga-Hilaga ka, at taga-Timog naman ako

Pipiliin ko paring puntahan ka

Kahit maipit pa sa traffic ng EDSA

Kahit pagod at puyat pa

Makita lang kita, okay na,

Quota na, ika nga.

At sa mga araw namang hindi kita makakasama,

May hihingin lang ako sayo, kung pwede sana

Kwentuhan mo ako

Ikwento mo lahat

Kahit ano

Ikwento mo lahat ng nangyari sa araw mo

Kung anong laman ng panaginip mo,

Kung anong ulam mo nung agahan,

Ikwento mo lahat ng kaganapan,

Sa bahay man o sa iyong pinapasukan

Lahat ng kadramahan, katatawanan,

Lahat ng nakakapagpa-ngiti sayo,

Pati rin nagpapa-simangot kung minsan.

Pangako, yan ay aking pakikinggan.

Na para bang tayo’y nagkwekwentuhan

Magkatabi sa paborito mong kapihan

Hindi iniintindi ang layo sa kalagitnaan

Dahil heto tayo, nasa magkabilang dulo ng Kamaynilaan.

 

Echo

Ephemeral. adjective

Lasting a very short time.

I just picked you up from work, you together with your officemates, and you guys were hungry–wanting to go on a food trip. You asked me if we could drive somewhere far–a mini roadtrip as you put it–and I was okay with that. But you took my silence as a “no” and asked if it was really okay with me or if I was mad. I stopped for a red traffic light. I was about to tell you that it really was okay, that there’s no way for me to get mad at you since I really wanted to spend time with you as much as I could. So to add sincerity to what I was about to say, I turned to face you, but you were already looking at me with those eyes.

They say that eyes are windows to the soul, but when I looked into yours, I saw the death of me–the end of life as I knew it. And there, in that arbitrary moment, my past made sense, every minute before this had to happen so that we could end up in this very moment of me looking into your eyes and you looking into mine.

The words I was wanting to say escaped me, and all I could do was smile. The lights changed to green and the world started spinning all over again.

Delta

Distance. noun.

The amount of space between two objects or things.

“I miss you.”
I’ve been dying to tell you this since the last time we were together although i dont have the right to. Besides, what difference would it make? Saying that right now, while we’re apart, wouldn’t really change a thing. So what I do is, although i do not have a single clue as to when I’d get to be with you again, i count each day not spent with you as a day forward to when i’ll be seeing you again.

However, some say that absence in a relationship is healthy, it somehow gives more meaning when the time comes that I get to look you in the eye and tell you how much i’ve missed you.

Charlie

Ceaseless. adjective.

They say the only thing permanent is change, that everything is but temporary–fleeting as life can be. But everytime i look at a rainbow, see its colors–how its never changed, or how the sun always rises and falls, and how the waves never stopped come rushing back to the shore, I’m not so sure anymore about the validity of how temporary things could only be.

Now we would get older, wiser, and our hair might get whiter. But everytime i feel the warmth of your smile and see the sparkle in your eyes, I feel something familiar, something you’ve already made me feel before. And then I’m reassured that some things never change. ❤

Bravo

Beautiful. adjective

It’s always been some sort of debate whether you were pretty on that day or not: there would either be something wrong with your hair, the length of your top, your lipstick way too red for what you’re wearing, your jeans making you look chubby, or your outfit in general.

But what baffles me everyday is how you fail to see how beautiful you already are–without even trying. ❤

Alpha

Arbitrary. adjective

They say that it only takes a single individual to change you, even with the sea of people you meet in a lifetime.

Nobody tells you when, or where, or how you’ll meet her–that one person that changes your life forever and makes everything in your past make perfect sense, that she was, and still is, the reason why everything before her happened the way it did–so that eventually your paths would meet. And now, you begin to live–to have life, because you realize that before her everything you did was just to exist. Heck, you can’t even wrap your head around the fact that you thought you had a life before her.

Unfortunately, the day that you do get to meet her, it will be the death of you. For in that single arbitrary moment, it will be the end of life as you know it. ❤

Without a Clue

You’re such a heavenly view
When will we ever happen–me and you?
I yearn to find the words to say,
Yet all I ever say is “Hey”

How could I even make you feel,
Or see, or think that I’m for real
When all I do is stalk and stare
Steal glimpses of you when unaware

I hide and thrive in anonymity
But hope and pray for serendipity
So I say to myself
That these are better left on a shelf

I pour these feelings on poems as such
Without even expecting much
Sadly, you will never notice
How sweet his love, the one who wrote this.

A Shot at Fiction

In the Beginning: Are you ready to spin a good origin tale? This week, we ask you to invent (or reinvent) a creation myth.

It still makes me wonder what the gods were thinking when they created this being, a being which is of this world but is in no way mundane nor humdrum. I wonder how long it took the gods to finish too.

The gods looked for the brightest star in the heavens and used its sparkle as the entity’s eyes. They definitely took their time fashioning its flawless dark auburn hair, which gracefully plays with the wind and effortlessly catches rays of the sun. Then, they searched the great depths of the oceans to find lustrous pearls, imbued with the warmth of sunshine, and with it sculpted the being’s smile. Next, they meticulously molded a goddess’s personality together with a cheerful angel’s soul. Lastly, they perfected this being with imperfections.

The gods had no idea of the power this being was destined for, the power to uplift, inspire, and motivate others.

And when they had realized that which they had created, it was you. ❤

 

 

Salute, Mi Familia

Familial Feasts: Yesterday was Father’s Day in many countries. If you could dedicate a holiday to a more distant relative, who would it be — and why?

Whenever you’re on vacation with relatives, who do you hangout with the most? It’s your cousins, it’s often not your uncles and aunties, unless you have those rare ones that are somehow pseudo members of your generation–you know, the ones that are too young to be your parents’ sibling but is. Cousins, to me, is almost ubiquitous in family good times. They’re sort of conveniently placed a step below siblings and a step above friends. So here’s to my cousins, distant or otherwise, salute.