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I don't remember
I don't remembe
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I don't re
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I don
I do
My doctor said
if there
is
pain
there is
bleeding.
I
am.
I have a story to tell.
A story you already knew so well.
But this won’t begin
With your typical “Once upon a time”.
I have a story to tell
A story you want to hear on your bedtime.
This is a piece of letter
Of hearts and roses
From a simple girl
Who wrote on a piece of a timeworn paper
Her dreams and wishes;
Of burns and ashes.
And it goes like this…

“Tonight, I’m sipping wine. And I pray and I wish that you are fine. That you can surpass everything life throws at you. Because I know, you are good at catching things.

And putting myself at the edge of the hill, with nothing to hold but the thin air, and jumping off of the cliff would be worth the fall, if I see you there under, waiting. You were there. Not minding what it would cost you catching me.
        
Those to you, bruises and wounds are what but nothing. Because I know, you are a fighter, a catcher. And you are good at catching.

         And if in the end, we see ourselves barely breathing, consuming one another, wearing those painful marks of risking it all, why not spend the rest of our lives healing all those scratches, tattered fleshes, and broken bones.

         Then, we’ll look back. We’ll speak to one another without hushing any piece of word. We’ll voice with nothing but smiles and stares that we made it. That we exceed boundaries of almost, and that we finally brought all the pillars, all the columns, and all the walls down. We cut that paper thin and fine lines of hopelessly dreaming and living the reality, of what is real. Together, we explored and unlocked the unimaginable door ways to our infinities and galaxies, and universe and ultimate. We are our own universe. We have discovered the ultimate.

         These are the prize of trying and fighting and catching and winning. That fear is what but nothing.
And you are synonymous to everything.”


This is the story I want to tell.
A story you already knew so well.
And the only lesson, my friend
That this scene of standing, and holding,
And jumping, and catching, and living
Is not the movie’s ****** 30-minutes away down to the end,
But only the beginning of a well-written story of characters
Of perfect blends.
This is the plot of betting it all.
This is the story of The Greatest Fall.


WNG
070915
10:00pm
Sa hinaba-haba ng tag-init
Ngayon nalang ulit umulan.
Nang malakas. Nang saglit
Di ko mainitindihan ang langit.
Kung paano niyang iniluha
Ang bigat ng bawat kahapon
Ng natuyo niyang pusong
Pinigilang umagos
Sa mahabang panahon.
Tumangis siya
Nang malakas
Dahil di niya maamin
At di niya matanggap
Ang itinakda **** pagwawakas.
Sa kakarampot niyang pag-asa na babalik ka rin.

Ngayong gabi.
Ang kanyang napili
Na ibulalas ang lahat
Sa pag-aakalang
Tulog na ang lahat
Lahat ng mata’y nakapikit.
At wala nang makakarinig
Ng pagtangis
Na mayroong balang-araw
Na katabi mo siyang
Mahihimbing.
Ngunit nagkamali siya.
Saan nga ba tutungo
Matapos niyang iluha
Ang lahat sa lupa
Na aanurin
Patungo sa puso ****
Kinakain ng pangungulila.

Sa hinahaba-haba ng tag-init
Ngayon nalang ulit umulan.
Nang malakas. Subalit saglit
Marahil ay ayaw niya
Nang makasakit.
O gusto ka lang niya damayan
Sa gabing
Wala ka nang ibang inisip
Kung bakit ka niya iniwan
O paano ka niyang nagawang saktan
Kung paano sinira
Ang bawat pangakong
Binitiwan.
At kung paanong di mo masabi
Ang tunay ****
nararamdaman.

Kaya sa susunod
Na iiyak ang langit
Kapag malamig ang gabi
At pangalan niya
Ang tanging kayang bigkasin
Ng mapuputla **** labi
Ay patuluyin mo siya.
Hayaan mo siyang umapaw
Hayaan **** bahain ka
At tuluyang ambunan
Ang natutuyo mo ng puso.
Makipagsayaw ka
Kung kinakailangan
Nais ka lang niyang damayan

*Gusto niya rin ng karamay.

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