INKBLOTS
My hands are marked, not
by traces of your touch
but by blots of ink
that magically found
their way to my now cold
hands.
(written in memory of you who made me smile)
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Hey YOU,
I was waiting. You chose to be distant. This is the bad part of our "mystery", we cant compel each other to be near. I think i'm officially beginning to like you, despite and inspite of. I dunno how to assure you that i dont look at anyone the way i look at you,i dont even know why i want you to know that. But how can i assure myself that it's ok when it'll turn out that you're not interested in looking at me the way I want you to look at me? There's really no assurance in this game that we're in. Except for the fact that you wont be able to read this, and tomorrow, it'll be a cold cold day again for me.
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Kiboy: Naniniwala ka ba sa soulmates?
Eunice: Hindi.
Kiboy: Bakit?
Eunice: Hindi na eh.
Kiboy: Nakakalungkot naman un.
(sabay nag-magic ala David Blaine, ayos!)
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ANa: Mukhang masama na ang timpla ng isang tao a.
Eunice: Should i feel guilty?
Ana: Wala pa nga kayo.
Eunice: I feel guilty.
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What will i interpret when nothing's executed?
Drapes are drawn, but the lights are on.
There is no way to peace, peace is the way.
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