Somewhere, amongst the debris
of cigarettes after ***,
chemicals to induce sleep,
I forgot what it means to love.

I forgot what it means to breathe,
to sit still, and just be.

Somewhere, beneath these hooded seams
of solitude and well-versed grief,
beats a heart less cynical,
less tamed by vague distraction.

My nervous ticks and bad habits,
line of best fit for a near-hit
of satisfaction:

This is not enough, I know.
This is not nearly enough
to cool the bray of life
that still rattles meaning in my bones.

I forgot what it means to love,
what separates a house from a home.

Somewhere beyond this thirst
for brand-new words
is a gratitude for all that has been.
Every cliché holds a truth.

Every sentiment, a cocoon,
that I should lie so still inside

until I am wholesome,
until I am new.

Hanggang dito na lang..


Mahal, hanggang dito na lang tayo
Ubos na ang mga luha
At namumugto na ang mga mata
Wala ng magbabago pa, wala na
(Wala na nga ba? Ako ay umaasa pa)
Dahil ikaw ay malayo na, ikaw ay malaya na

O iindak na lamang sa tibok ng puso mo
At aasahan ko na lamang ba na di mo aapakan ang aking mga paa
Pipikit na lamang at magsasayaw...