Have you ever said something to a person and felt like you were talking more to yourself than to him? Like you were just telling your own sorry story…and you asked yourself, should I be the one absorbing this?
We all need courage to defeat our fears. But I need courage to trust myself and shun my system’s negative elements. I need courage to forget, move on and stitch up my heart again. Well, I can start from here and use up this damn toilet tissue stuck in my bag ad hoc.
I hate the burning sensation on my face when I’m screaming mad like this (like i’ve been slapped a hundred times), but most especially, I hate the acid rain on it.
I think my clothes have dried faster than I expected. My hair is just limp and unkempt, but I could only care less. I’m chilled, famished and utterly dangerous. I could wring side to side the neck of anyone who would stay close to me.
hay…as soon as I started typing the words, my anger started abating. Finding myself deleting each letter, and taking things back. I just can’t disclose it yet…
I wonder why? Maybe I just feel good being alone.
“God will never leave you empty, He will replace everything you’ve lost…If He ask you to put something down, it’s because He wants you to pick up something else greater.”
So, for all the people I’ve found (or who found me) and lost - I will never turn my back on you.
May babalikan pa rin kayo…