OF YOU dancing, serenading the mist beyond unexplainable doubt. OF YOU, being with me, beyond the memory of thousand daisies, prancing, gladly serenading the mist beyond this doubt unexplained. OF YOU and me, and the being of dancers, and singers, lounging beyond the lobby of people, moving seeking unexplainable doubts beyond their mindless thoughts.
OF YOU, being with me, again, after two thousand seconds, minutes of prolonged longing. OF YOU, being at the bay, waiting for me, a fulfilled fantasy, a drastic reality, unknown, unfulfilled. OF YOU, meeting me next week, or some other year, prancing, making merry melodies of hope that was once known to man, or to me, or to someone we call you. OF YOU, like a ghost whose sullen face appeared before a dream. OF YOU, making those sweet promises too bitter to taste, too gutted to forget. OF YOU and me, and the distance that embarks its self-mission to be forgotten and to be reborn. OF YOU and me, and the thankful sorrows that has been contributed by your insensitivities. OF YOU and two years later, and how the calendar healed the full moon of its red bloody misgivings. OF YOU and seven days from now - an unknown fortune, an unsung melody of a careless lad who will choose to chant the rhythm of the almost denied bliss. OF YOU and me. OF YOU, OF YOU, who places more and more speculative sentences into mine. OF YOU, of those three letters that had been part of my four-letter past. OF YOU and me. OF YOU, and. OF YOU. OF…
this was written during a lazy afternoon break in La Carlota, Negros Occidental where I stayed for one month (plus an additional one week) for my client audit fieldwork. Like a hasty project to be submitted at five o’clock, the work denotes violence against grammar and rule.
OF YOU talks about a lad wanting to rekindle a former flame – within next week or the next seven days, as the words would dictate above. I just laugh hearing about this lad now, knowing how much learning he should have had before.
Tsktsk.
this was written during a lazy afternoon break in La Carlota, Negros Occidental where I stayed for one month (plus an additional one week) for my client audit fieldwork. Like a hasty project to be submitted at five o’clock, the work denotes violence against grammar and rule.
OF YOU talks about a lad wanting to rekindle a former flame – within next week or the next seven days, as the words would dictate above. I just laugh hearing about this lad now, knowing how much learning he should have had before.
Tsktsk.
PHOTO: RIZAL BOULEVARD, DUMAGUETE CITY.
