There was a problem with our project. There was a problem with Events. Neck deep. I was at the center. That feeling that time I wanted to check in sa hospital at mag pa confine.
I was hoping. When everything else gone haywire ... there was one place ... my safe place ... to hold me together ... amidst the chaos there will be some place, your place, bringing me quiet bliss.
But this was the picture you didn't know. It went too fast, I didn't have a second of your time to tell you about it. I was trying to find your hand, I was drowning, and you were stepping on my head with all your personal baggage.
April 22, 2015 felt like August. I boarded the first flight and went back.
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