Too many feels
Choking on the words hanging from the tip of my head
Wave after wave it crashes in and out of me but I’m not dead
No, not yet
But there’s too much of it and not enough of that
Wander Off Into Your Nebula
When you think about the cosmos, you’d realize how insignificant you are. But on the other hand you might be an insignificant being to a very significant supreme being.
I’ve been seeing photos of how brain cells look very much similar to the universe, how the birth of a cell look much like the death of a star, and how the nebulas look as if it was part of someone else’s eye.
They say that aliens helped humans build, discover, and evolve. What if the ones we call the “extraterrestrials” are just some sort of antibiotics that someone else took to help fix something in his body? Maybe that’s why they looked a bit different from us.
What if we are just a part of something else, of someone else in this matter? What if our dying earth is just some damaged cell or a decomposing one?
Maybe we’re just part of someone else’s cell, and our bodies are composed of galaxies, planets, stars, and beings who are also wondering the same exact thing.
Nais ko na sanang manaksak, manuntok, manakit
Ngunit ako’y nakalimot ng marinig ang iyong hagikhik
Nandilim ang paligid, kumukulo ang dugo,
pero sa halik at hawak ay nakalma ang galit na puso. pakyu
There’s Something Fishy Under The Sea
And they both sat there in that empty room. Not knowing how to start ending it, the silence grew longer.
It’s hard to break someone, hard to hurt them. So we try our best not to. But when the time comes that we need to, what would you do? It’s going to eat you. Consume you. Will you tell them that “that’s it”. Or are you going to be all disney and sugarcoat that shit.
"One last kiss before we say goodbye. Maybe soon we can give it another try." he said.
Then she woke up in cold sweat, alone in an empty house. Escaping a dream of her lover with his mistress. It was only a dream. A dream that’s not too far from reality. And she couldn’t pretend that she could care less.
She called him up. “Hello?” the voice on the other end still in the dreamworld.
"Hey sweetie." her voice was trembling like a stone on the roadside.
"Are you okay? What’s wrong?"
"Nothing. I just had a bad dream about you and someone else."
He was still in too deep in the dreamworld that he didn’t give a rat’s ass to ask her what’s wrong. It was too quiet except for the breathing.
"Just go back to sleep."
"Okay." she said.
They hung up the phone. He went back to sleep like everything’s peachy. And she went downstairs. She opened the fridge and she didn’t even know what she needed from that fridge so she closed it. She went to the sink and sharpened a motherfucking meat knife and sliced some tomatoes like a motherfucking badass.
"Keep calm and stay your hand. Let these words soothe you for now." He said to himself. "We’ll kill him sooner or later. Let your demons rest their bones for a while."
Lust Song Syndrome
I really like having sex and making love to you. There’s something about kissing you, and waiting for lust to kick in. We wait for our desire for each other escalate. The way you pull my hair and I grab your face. The way each other’s body is appreciated. Every corner kissed. Every part is covered.
I love tracing the curves of your body. I love the way you arc your back. The way your legs feel on my cheeks. How your stomach contracts when I kiss it. I love how you make me feel when you return the favor. Pulling your hair away from your face. I can’t help it. The way some of the light from the sky seeps through the window and lands on your face. You’re lovely.
I love the way I enter you. Slowly teasing you. Loving every minute of it until it progresses to something more, playful. I love the look on your face and how you grab the sheets. How you bite your lips and how much you want to kiss me. I love being on top of you while you lie on your back. Heavy breathing. Penetrating. I love being behind you while I wrap my arms around you, and you turn your head to kiss me. I love the way it feels, I hate that it has to end.
I love how making love to you turns to lust and back to making love again. I love the lust. I lust the love. It doesn’t happen both at the same time. But it both happens.
Chicken Noodle Soup
I received a sweet anon ask from my girlfriend and I returned the favor by giving a shitty reply. I didn’t know how to react. I never expected that. That gif’s really funny. But come to think of it, if someone else read that ask and my reply to that ask they’d think I just blew that person off. I’m really sorry. I love you, baby.
Home Is Where Your Heart Is
Everyone’s at each other’s throats most of the time. We’re cussing and fighting, and sometimes we don’t even know the reason why. We’re too angry at each other, too angry with ourselves. We’re choking each other out but we’re staying together. Why are we still together? Maybe it’s because we have responsibilities. Responsibilities for each other.
We’re not a family. No, not anymore. That’s the sad truth. We’re just people who knew each other for a long time, all living in the same house. Strangers I loved. Strangers I thought I knew. People I cared for.
The past is a ghost and it has left our home. What’s left now is the chaos. I don’t know where home is anymore, maybe it’s underneath the rubble. I don’t know where to start.
It’s Late In The Morning
Someday it won’t mean anything anymore. It would be too late. The sun would rise but the light won’t seep through the seams. There will be a morning, yes, but it wouldn’t be that warm anymore. The light would just be light and the flesh won’t feel a thing.