it is not just another day.
because even when i sleep, thoughts would retrace every shape-shifting cloud.
and they will make a bed for us.
you and i. deathless, forever-floating in this seamless world.
and always. as always.
with my mind’s recurring desire,
i will hold you so tight.

i know it is not just another day.
because it makes me find ways i have lost.
because it gives me a different strength
— like i become more driven, instead of weak and afraid.

the skyward-blown dandelions.
the playful curls of the sea.
new moon in my brows.
the repetition of thoughts
of your pretty face
the strangeness of a sun-smelling day.
all these — they tell me, it is not just another day.

yes, i know, it is not just another day.
because it’s a day that passes but never ends.
a day that gives me your sweetest attention
and the brightest star after a day-time’s work.

i know it is not just another day.
i am telling you world, it is not.
and i don’t need any twists or witness in my telling.
it is not just another day.
it is not.

KUNGDIL ANGDAHILSAYOELE ANNYSUSUK ONATALAGAAK OSATHESISNAT OSAANKANAKAK ITANGOVERNIG HTMOLANGPI NAGISIPANGP ALITANANGPR OPOSALSAM ASTERALTH ESIS?

NGAYON LANG.

HAH. KAKAYANIN.

this blog’s 100th post falls on a mushy day.

I remember that “blue” book she gave me on the 100th day of knowing each other. How mushy,eh?

I wish she wont time travel even just for the day…or i wish people never knew how to read. But then again, if that would happen, if she couldnt read, how would she know that im missing her a lot right now?

this is so like jenipoy……i wish sunflowers would grow in this field…and clouds would form into things like dumbo or smiley or little dinosaur…. 🙂