Rain

Ah, rain. What better element of dramatics could there be. My editor once laughed to my face when I tried to add poetry to my script by saying "the sky felt for them." But you know sometimes I'd like to believe that it does feels for me. Just like that fateful night it poured in sync with my weeping.

Fantasy Girl

Run fantasy girl,
far from his make believe world.
Run fast
to a place
where there is pain,
where there is love,
and yes, some mediocrity, too.
Run fantasy girl
for you deserve a name
and you belong
to somebody else's reality.

Bright Side

Almost a month's worth of wallowing over that empty space for someone's toothbrush, or missing the feel of his... hair (wahaha), I choose to look at the brighter side this time.

I get to sleep early without waiting for anyone to get back from work. I am not forced to watch sports videos and shows anymore. I can do whatever I want to do without considering if he'd be into it. I can binge on CHICK FLICKS!!! I can make scrambled eggs and not sweat over one perfect sunny side up. Each space is MY space. I can dress up without anyone telling me that I make them look under-dressed. I can stay inside all day watching dvds without anyone bothering me to get up and... move. I don't get nagged for not filling the water containers, not locking the doors or not fixing my closet. I get a lot of me time, now, as Chachie's 13 year-old cousin, Diego would put it. That's good, right?