meaningful stems of appreciation, binded, dressed to perfection and wrapped in ribbons. A dying hope that triggerred disaster right before my eyes, hence no one seems to realize the pain of blood puring, each drop costs a lifetime of blissful pology turned into bitter hatered. Im done, through, finished and dead. Someday another set of them will bloom once im out of this cage, no one can unleash and tame me. No nonsense, not listening to any voice i hear, humiliation dark clouds and empty feelings now revolves around my own axis of hate.
Pass the torch and let the cradle of acceptance led me to diss evrybody around me. Fascinating as it may seem, I was able to move on that quick, hell because the empty apvement i was chasing was not mere a single teardrop of sorrow weighed against my debacle way back 06… I can always look back and watch myself get hurt over and over but still the supidity i pushed for a year and a half was nothing again.. She was just a flirt like evry other woman i know, maybe that is why no more talks were required thus it makes her rot like trash in the sewer. I can always imagine a couple of years and she will willbe in the same position, still stuck.. good luck to you then…
Now the good part, the drinks of shattered glasses again robed my instincts, it was right then & there, so obvious that i ignore what i am seeing .. a couple of strong bottles and the blurry friendship started to sneak in past our good conversation.. I always hate when people try to say something about me which i am not.. they always rob my personality. Nobody knows myself but me.. People close to me always attempts to crack the real from not..So lame and pathetic.. They always try to involve the same dirty woman in the office and make me suffer, my utterred words does not satisfy them. Specialy the closest guy who knows me even tried to imply that “i still cant get over her”.. Funny it seems with just one woman i can be evicted from the group. FACT: I’m over her from the moment i saw the pieces of flowers from different workstations, thats it for me..but still they are not happy. Cycle of grief is what they imply.. the last item is Acceptance & Hope from that same cycle.. he said “dahil dyan tanggal kana!”.. ok i sip a few and walked out.. Now its time to grow, hold my own ground and rebuild.. soon enough without me around this vacinity of computers & telephones will take me somewhere i can really focus on. Its time I give myself a break and let family take me and fulfill my goals with their guidance.. soon it will be success, humidity, sun and my life waiting.
To the people who brought me to the dance, its time to grow…welcome to reality.. I tried to love again but i failed..
so welcome to MIA..