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“I remember you used to.” He said.
There was an embrace in his words.
With hands tucked in his pockets, he started to walk, he grinned casually to me. I nearly stammered. The sky was orange and the breeze was sweet like his smile.
“Where are you heading now?” I asked.
“I’m not too sure, but I’ll be in a place where is no trace of you.”
“That’s a better to place to be. I guess.”“But not good enough when I’m with you.”He smiled again.
“But I never believed in that four letter word. You know it.”The willow tree sprawled the afternoon sun. Embarked on my sight, were part of rays that gained the memory I lost a very long time ago, the being that craft his presence in my heart.
"....or you never believed in me.” He said.
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Many faces I have seen
Many places I have been
Walked the deserts, swam the shores
(Coming closer to you)
Many faces I have known
Many ways in which I've grown
Moving closer on my own
(Coming closer to you)
-Pure Shore/All Saints
about the author
"Myself today is memories of my tomorrow. Myself today is dreams of my past." - Dabo
I always take a long walk, I write, I fall in love and I live because I miss myself: to reconcile the thoughts of the mind, the desire of the body, the manifestation of the soul and the longing of the heart.Integrate it together and fulfill the me, the myself, and the I.I find the word reconcile restrained though it means something needs to be reunited.At extreme--yes, at lesser extent--maybe.Bonding with my self is not selfishness but to seek comfort of what is being me all about again in this uncertain world.How ardent it could get..ahh guess again! Cheers!
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9 comments:
dabo...dabo...hehe wala lang.
sabi nga sa kanta, just believe. it's when you stop believing in love and loving that you cease to live and be one with the living.
ah basta parang ganun hehe. kung walang sense yaan mo na. basta ang mahalaga ako yung nauna mag-comment ngayon hahaha (babaw, yon lang pala gusto sabihin).
sigh bakit naman kase ganun eh ang hirap tuloy ng buhay
i have to say that the images are crisp, and the story, sad.
ang hirap naman nito. parang sumisikip dibdib ko. (haha) it's so summer and tom. minsan ganun talaga. you can try to fight but at some point, you'll learn to choose your battles.
His feet started moving, going through the motions of walking that I too am all familiar with. Yet for some reason I remained motionless. Transfixed in the shadow of the willow where the dying sun casts his tangerine rays.
My legs forgetting how it is to walk away when it is the logical choice. My eyes nailed to the spot where moments ago he turned to face the sunset, where the autumn leaves flutter like memories of butterflies caught in mid-flight and imprisoned in my chest.
"You know it."
And painfully, as always, he was right.
@june: ei this is fiction huhuhu.. i was humming kasi yung kanta sa ibaba ng post.. pero you hit it right, i have to admit.. i have days when i don't believe in love
@xtian: again this is fiction.. mahilig ako mag-interpret ng mga kanta at i-weave ang story.. you see..my pseudo-artistic license allow me to be in a competitive mode with other writers (in this case the composer of the song) if not beat him in his own game. hehehe
about life being mahirap.. that's the way it is. that's the frailty of our decisions.. we have to live with it.
im imagining what happened in the past that made lyricist of pure shore wrote his song.. this entry is all about moving on and charging everything to life experiences..
@kris: thanks.. thanks din sa pag blog hop.
@city: choose you battles... uhh sometimes the chooses us..
@red: cool... saying goodbye is never easy..
nawalan man ako ng pananampalataya sa emosyon na kung tawagin ay pag-ibig, may isang bagay ang nananatili...
ang pagibig ay dumarating, hindi hinihintay...ito ay nararamdaman, at hindi nauunawaan
muli, ako'y iyong pinahanga sa masinsing paghihibla ng iyong ideya at ang emosyong binibitiwan ng naturang awitin
magaling.
:')
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