Space Between

Fact. There are some things that you simply can do nothing about. Genes and the blood streaming through my vein are one of those I am meaning to mention.     I am saying this just for this fleeting (and I hate this word. I don’t know if you < I don’t know if you read this though> still remember this. Anyway.) moment. I know I might be feeling better tomorrow, but the feeling today is probably something I could not pass anymore.   For you who simply hates me. I am not made of money. I am who I am because of you. I am who I am because I struggle to be far different from you, for one. And I see nothing bad from not being you so I am hoping that in later life you’ll see that being not like me is not as well you committing a mistake.     I know you don’t like me. I am no insensitive on that art. But I would prefer saying nothing anymore.    I think it's good for the system. Maybe you should try it once.   Do not push me more. I gr...

wala kaming pera. sana hindi halata. hehe.

I was in my usual ever corporate attire- Gray, belted-blazer, black skirt, gray stockings matched with my 3-inch black pumps.   I was about to get in the elevator from buying an answer to my growling stomach downstairs. The first elevator closed suddenly so I had to rush to the next one. As I was running towards it, I pressed the up button since the door have this nature of almost slicing people half as it closes. I never knew it was real until I got into one.   Ahhhhhhyyyyyy!   I was shrieking like a palengkera   in a corporate attire.   As I was facing the other half of the elevator door.   Ahhhyyyy! Naiipit ako! Naiipit ako! Ahhhhyyyyyy!   <Silence.>   I swear the bunch of call center guys were all containing their laughs. But there was this huge creature who bursted out and laughed hard. He was even trying to control it as he was covering his mouth with his hanky. Damn! His friends were actually try...

I play.   Play.   And play.   I suddenly remembered last night.   I’m playing the same game with the same players pala.   So.   Back to the play.

It happened again. Almost the same place. Quite the same situation. And oh, the same status. He was undisturbed while I sneaked into his mobile. Tadah! Then it’s REALLY time to go.

And now, I think, I am doing it again.   No preferences. No conditions. No qualms. It’s just happening again.   Almost everything except the deepest part of the heart.     I remember the last time this outbreak occurred. Two innocent souls playing around like tomorrow never existed. But one innocent soul opted to play with fire instead.   One got burned and the other was left frozen. The scald it left has never entirely healed and neither did the coldness it brought along by.   And time has not done its fair part.   I’d always remember how the sheets of paper I broke turned into glass sheets.   How everytime somebody else held his hand, fingers always dripped with blood.   And how his innocence transformed into one malicious body of hunger.   And until now, nobody has held him back in good faith.   And finally, I remember how karma came fast knocking into my door. How its smile pretended to be the best visitor I’ll ...

In fairness, nagrerecite kami ng prayer while drinking. hehe