My Scratch Pad

:: complete and incomplete thoughts, daydreams and illusions ::

Rain

How nice of the sky to cry for me instead.
Can the Earth always carry the burden of my emotions?
For the world to be flooded with the Earth's tears when it shoulders my sadness
Maybe only then will the world make me happy.

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How nice of the sky to cry for me instead.
Can the Earth always carry the burden of my emotions?
If the world gets flooded,
perhaps the clouds would run out,
and not even worms can escape the sun.

by: distantorigin at 07:09 | link | comments

Wishful Thinking Still

"Well, what did you do?" my friend Greg asked when I told him that it's been over a month since Grace and I last made contact.

"I don't know man, nothing out of the ordinary," I said, annoyed at his immediate assumption that it was because of something I'd done. "Just, one day, she just, stopped."

"Well..." he paused to think. "Maybe you weren't being responsive."

"Hey, I was too responsive. I always replied to her text messages!" I replied defensively.

He raised an eyebrow. "But maybe she wanted you to be the one to SMS her first."

"What difference does it make whether I SMS her first or just reply to her SMS?"

Greg looked at me like I was crazy. "Do you seriously not know the answer to that question?"

I stared at him blankly.

"Okay, well tell me this, if you think it doesn't make any difference, why don't you ever SMS her first?" he asked.

"Well..." I shrugged. "I don't know what I'm gonna say. I mean, what are we gonna talk about? What topic should I bring up? It's not like there's an issue we need to deal with, or that she's a client I have to talk to about work or something."

"So, if you've got nothing to say to her, why are you suddenly wondering why she's not saying anything to you?"

"Because!" I said. "Because, she always has something to say. It's one of the things I like about her."

"Then, why don't you just ask her why she's not saying anything now when she apparently always has something to say?"

"Well, what if she doesn't reply?" I asked.

"What if she does?" he asked, looking at me furtively. "And you find out something about her that you didn't think you would?"

I shook my head. "That's not likely to happen."

"Why not? She wouldn't SMS you at least once a week if she didn't have any feelings for you," he pointed out.

"Maybe," I agreed. "But still... It's just too... It just doesn't add up. Why would she suddenly stop? I mean, has she got a new boyfriend or something?"

"And now the paranoia kicks in," Greg rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I don't know, man. Maybe she just got tired of waiting for 'ya."

I looked at him thoughtfully and considered what he said. "So, what do you think I should do?"

He chuckled. "There's only 2 things you can do -- keep her waiting, or stop her waiting," he raised an eyebrow. "So, what's it gonna be?"

by: distantorigin at 03:46 | link | comments

Rehas

Malaki ang puwang ng mga rehas
dito sa seldang itinayo
ng kalungkutan

by: distantorigin at 04:19 | link | comments

How much?

Perhaps more
than how you'd feel for a random person
someone you just met
someone you pass by on the street
or even someone who holds the door open for you at a department store

I feel
more for you.

Perhaps less
than how couples feel for each other
those who have been through a lot
those who've shared countless special moments
those who have the fondest of memories

I feel
less for you.

But
when the moon shines brightly
when the rain falls lightly
when the soft breeze touches my face and makes me smile

I think of you

perhaps as much as
anyone can think of another

and I feel
unlike anything I've ever felt.

How
can you make me feel this way
and still not that much?

by: distantorigin at 04:04 | link | comments