but i haven’t typed a single thing.

i know i should write. but is there anything left in me to do so? a glance, a blank word. a sigh.

here’s the truth – i know i need to feel that awful desperate feeling of despair, but there’s nothing left here. a person who falls from the 100th floor hits the ground with a resounding thud. no aftershock, no tremors, no gasps of air left. just one big thud.

but the world keeps on spinning, spinning, spinning…

and that is how things are.

here’s something old – i would never ever deny your happiness. no matter how much you try to justify it, it just simply boils down to that. love is love is love. who am i to deny such gravity defying happiness? everyone deserves that.

and here’s something real – take everything in stride. everything is ephemeral. don’t be guilty of laughing it off. your heart is resilient. no matter how hard you try you hold your breath, your body shall will itself to breathe again.

never lose your childish innocence. and never stop crying over mushy filipino romantic movies.

shake a rattle in front of me. tell me where the sun is.  someone please animate me.

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