Space Between

We might have mentioned your name during these nights. Haha!

One afternoon, as I was running to catch our building’s passè elevator.   Me: (Screaming) Up! Up!   The elevator opened with a red-shirted Indian hunk . And the Indian hunk??? Its Sam YG of Magic 89.9's  Boys Night-out ! So, I had the guts to initiate a conversation since he had no choice but to speak with me because we were so stuck together. Chance!       Me: Hi Sam YG! (Diba, full jock-name?!)   Sam YG: Oh, Hi! What’s your name? (as he extended his arm for a handshake which I again prefer calling, “chance”)   Me:   Oh, I’m Laiza. (Showing my braces. Haha!)   Sam YG: Hi. Nice to meet you, Laiza.   Me: I used to listen to your night show (take note: used to. Shit! Why did I say used to?! Natense ata ako.)   Sam YG: Nakikinig ka dun? Puro kalokohan un. Haha!   Me: No naman. It’s .. ( Haay. I forgot na.. haha)   Anyway, the conversation went on until it reached the 11th floor.   1...

Break from work. Break from boys. Break from life. Coffee.

These eyes have been friends with every tear it produces. And the burning enmity it blows has become the marked fume of it.     This mind has been a twin of anger which before is only entertained during bad weather. And this nourishing angst has become the soul of the all its reasons.   This heart has been an ally of pain which before only rents space with it. And the enlightening grief has become the sorrow of all who wishes for more light.   This body has been painted with frustrations which before is only seen in the naked dreams. And these dismays have lead to the reality of every view it takes glance with.   Yet, they do get tired. And now, they really are. And so am I.        

I suddenly asked myself why fate has molded me to become someone I am right now.   I began to think that it might be a curse to always have a need to understand others. That it might be an oblivious mistake to analyze how everything in this world takes its turn. I suddenly wondered why I always have the urge to be rationally different. But then, why would I question this gift that only a few do possess?   Thoughts of mine have been playing around for some time now but nobody has ever tried to catch them with their bare hands.   None around would want to take dirt for once and wash them off with what it could really have.   Nonetheless, I never and will never try to beg anyone for that.   For as long as I am individually-worthwhile, I will never falter. I’ll keep my eyes straight.   I’ll listen, but not to everybody. I’ll take chances, but not on every second.   I’ll change, but only for me.   Maybe, in the extinction of my kind, just may...