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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

honey, nothing beats our marathon talks!

… eh nakakamiss naman talaga makipagusap sa masarap kausap … yung kahit ano pwede at kaya nyong pagusapan … yung sa sobrang engaged nyo sa moment na yun, hindi nyo na namalayan ang oras  …. bihira to eh … minsan nga, minsan lang darating, tapos nun, tapos na.  So may mag ba buzz sa yo, iba buzz back mo.  you will try to start a thrail.  but then it was not that kind that you’re missing, you know, that one you once had.  
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Frustrating.  you signed out realizing despite putting all the prettiest words together, you actually left behind an empty thread
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orgasmicConversations are quite rare these days
Usap lang naman … hayaan na … mabait naman. Its not fair na hanapin mo sa kanya yung taong hindi naman sya talaga … yung taong matagal ng wala …
Ive got to tell myself, go Find joy in new interactions even when its not with Joel.


(some very late re-post from  irmavanta.tumblr.com  )

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