T'was a CLOUDY DAY.

How do you hide the fear in your eyes?
Why do you fight the tears and the cries?
How do you say the sweetest goodbyes?
Why do you smile amidst all of your lies?

Yesterday was a happy day. Coffee at starbucks, Lunch at Chocolate Kiss (UP), got my UP Alumni Card, Ana got her transcript of records, we got to meet Pepe's new gf, a visit to Haze's house and the highly-anticipated 30-minute brisk walking session at the "infamous" La Mesa Eco Park. I was with friends whom I spent almost everyday of my six months with, studying, laughing or just plainly being there for each other. We held on and tried our damnest best to survive this jungle that is the law school. It's amazing how the friendship has evolved into something that is beyond mere companionship and at present, this is being tested by the challenge to continue holding on. I AM SCARED. I was looking at our pictures and I couldnt help but feel the sadness hidden under the facade of smiles that we gave. We werent acting, we were happy, it's just that there really is a very fine line between being happy and being sad. The border is a more complicated place. We dont even know if our smiles are as real as the possiblity that we are gonna be saying our goodbyes.

As if the heavens are joining us in this dance of emotions, the clouds gave us the show of our lives. All through the day, we kept on staring at the heavens as if the clouds hold the answers to the uncertainties and the open-ended questions that are facing us. Beautiful but sad. Scenic but empty. Cheerful but mocking.

A 30-minute tour around the Eco Park was like the past five months... we know that there are a lot of things that are worthy of appreciation but as much as we would want to linger on all the good things, the fact that we have to go and move on is just painfully imposing. What lies beyond the road that we didnt get to explore? We shall see. We just dont know yet if we'll see it together or if we will be taking our separate paths until we meet again.

This is one of those few moments that we wish we'll just get stuck, firmly to the ground... feeling the stability of the rocks beneath. This is one of those chosen days where not doing anything is much much better than being productive, if only to preserve what is left of the past.

We still are holding on. Even if holding on means falling really hard in the end.