And I had no words to say anymore. To everyone who continuously tell me about how naughty she actually is. And how she tells the world of her godliness when she "acts" naive when you exist. Is it wrong to think every person in the world is actually made in His likeness? I move forward with happiness. One definite source are the feline creatures in UP. They’ve been there with me all over the campus, giving me hugs and purrs when they can. This cat was one of them. I saw him at our college, trying to speak to me for a reason I really do not know, except that he purred and made me hug him for awhile. And that was ok. It made me feel ok. Meet Scarleto. Or I named him that way. and W. Always a pleasure for your visits. I cannot imagine a dog I can bring to Church on Sundays and to restaurants who is as sweet and respectful as you. I'm sure you always make them proud. See you again this coming week, dear!
Is it love or is it drugs? Or is it both? Is it soothing me or is it hurting me? Or is it both? Are the memories worth keeping? Are these trees worth remembering? Do you love the University Avenue? I do. I always do. I hope you do, too. [Photo: IP6S]
I wish I did this earlier, La Union. I wish I saw you when I was famished; during the days when I went parched from drinking NOTHING: forgetting that Life existed in every wave of the water, by the beach which is my cradle to dreamland. I also wish I did this: [1] Removed her {drama} {pretension} {lies}. Loads of it. [2] Forgot this 🖤. I still cannot. [3] Drove to the beach. My life. [4] Rode the waves. My heart. [5] Listened. To everyone. My mistake. The fifth, I avoided. Because my heart was talking louder than everyone else’s. Hoping everything was ok; sacrificing too much; yearning for too little. but I’m here. In LU. With sand in between my toes, soaking in the sunlit presence of good company, and rejuvenating through opportunities of a brighter tomorrow. I can’t seem to face the past yet. But La Union is my present. The present that puts a smile on my face, filling the soul with so many forgotten memories of my self. And yes, food. La Union should be sought for its gastronomic-worth. If there is such a word. and we lost a cat this week.
Please go home na. Sun, sea, and stories.
Bring me to the ridge and I’ll bring you to the reef. Bring me to a place where the waves chase each story. Listen to the sun, listen to the glistening spectacle of its rays. Tell me all your dreams, and I’ll tell you all my nightmares. The waves that wash away the hate. The waves that bring you happiness. The waves that bring us to the moon. and yes, my question? Have you been to Baler? |
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