I initially didn't understand what you said, but after a while I realised it was measured. It now seems excessive.

What do I do with this longing?
no bags can carry it.
I grab at the mist
it floats around my head,
clouding my vision.
Outstretched hand returns with nothing.
An inkling of wetness, or something.

Waiting for the vibration in my pocket
a sensation
as close to aviation
as I can find.
To a dragonfly's wings.

if there is such a thing as a parallel universe,
last-year-me and last-year-you
have found their way to each other by now.

at this moment, they are falling in love.

or at least one of us was.

i have been debating the question whether or not i would spoil the way the story ends. i wish someone would have told me that the person who made me the happiest, also had the power to make me the saddest i've ever been.

"the highs are high... and the lows are low."

but i love you so much,
i would still give anything to feel that happiness again
even if it meant it would be taken from me.

Sa sigaw ng isip ay nais makalaya
Ngunit katunggali niya ay magaling na mandaraya
Hanggang kailan mo nanaisin ang lumaya?
Tanong ko habang naka ngiting masaya

Hindi nga niya kailanman maililihim
Ang totoong timpla ng damdamin
Ngunit kung ako ang papipiliin?
Hirap niya sa isang iglap ay nais ko'ng burahin

Tunay nga na siya ay magaling
Dumi ng iba ay kayang alisin
Ngunit sa sarili pag-dating
Mantsa ay hindi kayang tanggalin

Tunay na kulay nga niya'y itim
Siya'y nagkukubli sa anyong mahinhin
Siya nga ito'ng nakaharap sa akin
anyo ng lalaki sa salamin

At sa t'wing pag-bungad ng umagang maawain
Madalas siyang magtago sa lilim
At kasabay ng pag-agaw ng dilim
Sa lungkot nagdudusa ang kanyang damdamin

A mother calls out to her little one
Listen to what I say child of my own
Up lift your hands for the blessings cry out
The precious gift of life lies here with you child of my own
The stars and galaxies and all that are with in measure not to this ecstasy
My heart shall always beat with this endless love
You are a song in the night child of my own
And now this joy will forever be witnessed till the skies fade away

What hope do we stand for?
If truly  there is love amongst us.
Is it just another lie we tell ourselves?
Just to get attention, we do all things.
Things that land us into the shallows of evil.
Even for the chosen that wander into the dark.
Only for what pleasure and pride?
What intent does the Church of Christ stand for?
Is it just another metaphor that we add to vocabulary?
Oh in this church where immorality is like an anthem.
And yet scripture forbids such act.
But all they say to themselves that God is our salvation.
I mean if the deaf and dumb know that is wrong.
Why not listen to what is right to find peace.
Oh Lord if only You have mercy upon this generation that has lusted and turned away from You.