in-unrefined goodbyes

creative juices need to be exhausted.
I need blatant changes, beybeh.

stupor

- is the lack of critical cognitive function and level of consciousness wherein a sufferer is almost entirely unresponsive and only responds to base stimuli such as pain.

erk.

the letter is for

i think you deserve to know that someone truly cares about you, no matter how indifferent she is towards you. with the image of your rugged yesterself engraved, imprinted, embossed, in the deepest part of her memory box. it might no longer matter but it does to her. you are different now. quite different. but the "him" that you were, is what she can see, hardly looking at you in the eye. stare. no, glimpse.

there were things left unspoken. questions left in your oblivion. but somehow, in those years of waiting consciously and unconsciously, she's grown tired of it. worrying of what had been done and went undone. waiting. waiting. waiting. too little of it causes the ugly companion, regret, but too much? conceives perpetual inane hopefulness.

to avoid the feelings and the what ifs is sad but to be truly devoid of it and fully unattached is tragic.

message now sent. response in vapor. her, still restless. it will be over soon. if you could help, please. to be miserable is a nanosecond of bliss drowning in a sea of waiting. you know what it feels like, do you? no more alms, my friend. no more begging. less introspection of the old flame. more projection of a better and sensible life ahead, instead.

and in the woebegone of meeting you again and the ciao,

i say, "sojourning's now over...".

solitude in red

it's just that i remembered your jeans again

yes. mcdonald's. it was the first

my eyes rummaged through your profile

artificial glimpses to them

perpetual to mine

hair still damp

from gel or what-- did i care?

faded red shirt. so yours

i've the numbers imprinted on my mind

in the not so oblivion part of it

that and your blue shirt

yes, with collar

of yesterdays.

now,

in jet lags and beyond

in slacks and long sleeves

you owe me

some words

for the crumpled

faded

look

be dissolved.

dis-solved.

solved.

back to multi-fly

bliss. being loved. so loved.

having some fairies always waiting in the wing.

sad sad. can't remember my blogspot password.

i wish more trivial things are forgettable.

note: trivial is _____ .

what to expect:

more open letters

more waray posts