Saturday, August 16, 2014

Until Then

I dreamt of you again last night—probably the second time this month, which is weird considering how long it’s been since we last spoke. I was at a buffet table struggling to get some soup when you approached to help. As my bowl was almost filled to the brim, you tipped it over and laughed. My eyes were fixed on the contents of my now-empty bowl that ran all over the table that I hardly noticed you walk away. It’s funny, but that’s exactly what happened between you and me. You filled me with hope before pulling the rug under me, and I am left struggling to get up and pretend like I knew all along how all of it was going to end.

It’s been a while since I last wrote about you, and for a moment there I thought I was done. But I guess I’ll always be writing about you, dreaming about you, until the next heartbreak comes along.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Seek What You Shan’t Have

You walk on tip-toes, in search for a drop of ambrosia
Skimming through the shallow surface for that endless abyss
You long to set your sun ablaze, but you cower at the sparks that ignite
Dancing on golden strings—will you ever find what you’re looking for?

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Convince Me To Please You


Some awkward moments are harder to get over than others.

You sleep on it hoping it gets lost in a dream, but then you wake up and its still there taunting you at the back of your head. You shake it off and say it really wasn’t that bad. You try to recall what happened to convince yourself that it was indeed just fine, but then you start to notice the smallest details and begin to overanalyze. I should have said this. I shouldn’t have done that. And then you remember what made it so awkward in the first place. Well, maybe you shouldn’t be overthinking it. Maybe you just shrug it off and move on. Maybe you just need to realize that some awkward moments are harder to get over than others, but you will get over it. I hope.

Monday, May 26, 2014

That Fleeting Summer

Days like these don't last forever. The humid air, the scorching heat—all these will soon be gone, and summer will once again be a time to long for in heavy rains. So enjoy the sun while you still can. Summer is fleeting, and if you don't act fast enough you might just miss it. 






Note: This post is the lovechild of a very talented friend and I—my very first collaborative work on this blog. All photos were taken by Venee Marie Fuentes, singer/actress/pianist/fashion guru/aspiring blogger. :D

Sunday, March 23, 2014

One of the World's Finest


Dubbed by CNN as one of the world's best beaches, Boracay's Puka Beach is the second-longest beach of the island and surprisingly the least crowded. Its coarse white sand is filled with puka shells, hence the name, and the water is a clear aquamarine.



I admit, when I got to the place, I wasn't all that impressed. After all, what does it have that the other beaches I've been to don't? But little by little, its beauty started to become apparent to my eyes. Being almost deserted, it began to feel...intimate. The stripped-down serenity of the place made it easier to tune out other people and just take in the beauty of the sun, the sand, and the sea. I felt so much closer to nature.


Watching the sun set was probably my favorite part. It was just breathtakingly beautiful with all its colors and melancholic hues. Naturally, my phone camera could not do justice to the masterpiece we have witnessed, but try as I may, not even my words could describe the beauty that was. All I could think of was how it reminded me of a familiar feeling. A feeling of a hopeful goodbye.



Sunday, February 16, 2014

The Dance (October 29, 2013)

Here we go again. The dance.

You take my hand and I let you take the lead. We move our feet to a familiar beat and I find myself slowly slipping. You do your signature, the strut that’s so fascinating, and I’m reeling myself to get it together.

No, not again.

You twirl me and twirl me and transition to samba, but my tired feet longs only for the waltz. You twirl me and twirl me, but I am out of breath and I start to slow down. Still you twirl me again and again. But as momentum builds up, you let me go and I fall flat on the floor. Again. Like how it always ends.

As I struggle to pick myself up and stand again, I find you no longer there. You have no use for me any longer so you move on to find another partner. Alone with a hollow chest and shaking knees, I again am left with nothing but the memory of the dance I know so well.