ulan ulan

kagabi, naligo kami sa ulan. nagyosi kami sa tindahan. masaya. uminom.

minsan kailangan mo lang ng "once in a while" breathers to keep you sane. the rain did it last night. when you feel battered inside and out and not even your good looks could move you to see the positive side of things. but the rain did it.

haha naalala ko, pinagtitinginan kami ng mga tao habang nagtatampisaw sa ulan. kasi naman hindi kami twelve years old. well we do look like teens, ehem. tapos naatim naming magshower sa tuluan, sa gutter, sa bubong. madumi kasi yun e. kasing dumi ng... pero masayang masaya magpakawala at kumanta ng "basang basa sa ulan, walang masisilungan, walang malalapitan, sana may luha pa akong mailuluha...aegis" "why does it always rain on me...travis".

the thought of it makes me hmmmmmm. sana umulan pa at sana may panahon pa rin kaming sumayaw sa ulan. tumawa ng malakas sa ulan. kasi pagkatapos ng ulan, nakakapagod
mgtrabaho and u know, the tedious life we're living. (si tamad)

excerpts: "if you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me oohhhhhh nooooo baby please don't go, i just want you to stay..." "what a feeling in my soul, love burns brighter than sunshine, brighter than sunshine, let the rain fall i don't care, im your and suddenly you're mine, brighter than sunshine..." "Oh, look what you've done. You've made a fool of everyone. Oh well, it seems likes such fun. until you lose what you had won. Give me back my point of view. 'Cause I just can't think for you. I can hardly hear you say. What should I do, well you choose..."

silence

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen when your heart's not open
If I could melt your heart
We'd never be apart
Give yourself to me
You hold the key


a crow flies and flaps like the desert crooning the silence of the dunes. black as it may, i would rather be black and be covered in the dunes. hot. sandy. quiet. i would rather be dark and brood all by myself. i would rather absorb the heat. the crow thrives in the vast abyss of independence. with no one by its side. no one. yet sometimes, the solitary eagerly heals. it whispers the need of my silence.