Tis true, tis true. I'm here. I wanna rest. I wanna save myself from the irrevocable damage Pat's place intended on me. A trip down memory lane=pain. there we held hands for the first time, and we came out as a couple for the first time. There, when he still wanted me like how he wanted me then.
In the past few days I have been texting...
I have been breathing.
Kunwari was a success, we sold out our tickets.
WE performed last night at Pasko sa UP, the audience loved our performance.
Performance... still it's a perfomance.
Randy was there. there was a moment.
J wasn't...he's still in Bacolod.
James is out of sight and hearing.
Still, I keep on texting. I keep on thinking and when I don't want to, the memories linger like the monuments of old.
So I'm here, blogging.
Haven't blog a lot lately but the blog remains.
I'm gonna post celphone poetry again.
peace and love.
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