tea in the balcony

I go inside and feel a wave of fulfilment envelop me – this is a place I truly call home, I think to myself.

I hear the splash of warm water in this cold January night, your voice singing along to another pop punk song, as I turn around and see the bits of belongings we acquired together to make this place a bubble of our own.

In moments like these, I look back and see how far we’ve come, and that I am exactly where I always dreamed of being since I met you.

No, it’s not perfect, and I know a lot will still have to take place, but as Billy Joe puts it, “Baby, I don’t have much, but what we have is more than enough”.

In the most mundane of days, doing absolutely nothing, my heart is at peace and I am filled to the brim with joy and ease.

This Happened: I Wish I Hadn’t Found Out

It was still February, only a days before this post happened, when I wish I hadn’t found out about one of the biggest surprises in my life. Let me take you back to that night, and for the sake of discussion, I’ll refer to him on this post and every other as ‘D’.

It was around 9 in the evening, I was lying comfortably on the bed, fumbling on my phone trying to take a rest after a long day of work. His four-year-old nephew (let’s call him ‘G’) sat across me, busy playing on my Nintendo Switch. Just moments before, he broke my mindless scrolling on Instagram and asked me to download a game or rather a painting/coloring application which is actually quite more suited for him than those stuff I have on my console.

Preoccupied in our own worlds, I didn’t notice D leaving the room and leaving his phone beside me. I usually don’t notice such things as he rarely keeps anything from me, we know each other’s ATM PINs, phone passwords and can easily open these things but we don’t invade each other’s privacy so all these stuff just goes unnoticed. Well, until that night.

G must have painted over a couple of pictures by then and has started to learn how to create an empty canvas to draw into. Quite amused with his new discovery, he then drew, and colored happily on the Switch. G then called out to me, “Tita, picture mo ‘to. Send mo kay Nanay.” (Aunt V, please take a picture of this and send to mom.)

I would have used my own phone if it weren’t for these two things:
1. I was pissed off during that moment G asked me to send a pic to his mom because I found out that I lost my ‘G Forest Points’ completely, which I know should be full during that time.
2. I didn’t see D’s phone beside me.

I didn’t even have to put in his password – both my face and my fingerprint are registered in his phone. I should’ve stayed away from his Messenger app that night. Not knowing better, I opened the app, and yet again instead of just searching for G’s mom name, fate had it that I scrolled through the messages to look for her chat message.

I did see his mom’s name on the list of chats, but before I could send her the photos as G asked me to, my heart first lost it. It was one of the moments you’d never see coming but would change your life forever. Just a few messages above G’s mom was a reputable jewelry store specializing on engagement rings, and the most recent message says, “Thank you”. I know, I know. I should not let this get the best of me, for all I know he could simply be inquiring for a different jewelry, or a gift for his mom (it was almost her birthday), but my heart feels like it’s pounding right off of my chest. It took all my willpower not to open that conversation.

As if on cue, D entered the room and looked right at me. He knew I saw. It must have been the look on my face, or the tears in my eyes, or my shaking laughter that gave it away, but I’m absolutely certain without saying anything that we both knew. He started laughing as tears start to build up on his eyes too. We dare not interrupt the moment with explanations. Had he been just simply inquiring was enough. It meant that he had plans, and in that moment, it was more than enough.

I didn’t ask, nor did he confirm. As we lay in bed that night before sleeping, I found myself crying happy tears. He must’ve noticed because then he said, “Kapag nakita mo, alam mong para sa’yo ‘yun.” (If you saw it, you’d know it’s meant for you).

gazing at lightbulbs

It was a humid afternoon, sweltering by anyone’s standards. The room was filled with people grouped in their usual places, wrapped in the world of their collective making. The whole space was filled with noise, of thoughts rummaging through everyone’s head spoken clearly aloud.

She was looking straight into his expressive eyes – a look he answered fiercely back as their whole world watched on. Locked in the moment, in their complete perfect silence, everything else was background noise. In the space between, in the silence undisturbed, in the complete absence of words – they felt, they knew. It was theirs for the taking.

Trying to hold his strong gaze, a faint smile appeared on her lips. As quick as a blink, they were snapped back to reality – in acceptance, in surrender.

inside a closed room

A faint light is trying to seep in through the curtains draped with flower patterns of blue and green. The air felt damp – it has been drizzling all night again. Her room sets a scene of a melancholic view – the way the light touches the deep blue wall, the feeling of sadness eminent in the space. Staring at the ceiling, she took a deep breath, what came out was a heavy sigh. Then another.

“Life”, she grumbled to herself. It’s a start of a new day and she knows better than to fill it with worries and the problems of yesterday. She knows better, yes. But the bed is holding on to her, cradling her in the stream of her emotions.

She took another deep breath. 1…2… inhale. 1…2… She let it all out. A series of more focused breathing that made her seem like trapped in a trance if anyone sees her. In her mind, that’s all there is to it – the flow of the air through her nose, her core, her peace. A much needed serenity. Her escape from the harsh toll of reality.

Hurried knocks on the door broke her meditation. It brought her back to the world in a snap. Like a switch that clicked, she gathered up all the courage to face the day that she could muster, all while quickly fixing her hair in a tight bun. Two more banging on the door as she grab hold of the handle.

She knows exactly who is waiting impatiently on the other side of the door – the reason for her fight, the purpose of her being. She looked down and saw the dark brown eyes that resembles hers, the soft warm cheek against the pale weather, the grin that keeps her world spinning. “Mom, I want pancakes”, the little boy demanded.


Tried to write a bit of a short fictional piece inspired by the The Mindful Modus’ Beginners Guide to Mindfulness, and a short chat with my mom after not being able to talk to her for a few weeks.

what the mirror showed

She stared at the mirror, familiarizing her every feature. Trying to hold on to her own identity, the one unstained, untouched by him.

Her eyes – dark as her soul, outlined by a regal thin wall of blue as he said. Her nose – how often does he pinch it when in a playful mood. Her lips – how his brushed it softly, passionately, intensely. Her hair – he has always loved the wild, long curves of her hair. Has always admired how it falls gracefully right down her shoulders and chest.


She stared at the mirror, she can only see traces of him. Traces he left behind when he shut the door. Traces of him all over her body. How badly does she want to take all of him out of her; out of her body, out of her mind, out of her life.


She stared at the mirror.


In her eyes, she see fire. A fire set on her soul. A fire that burns brightly, so bright he could not even touch the surface. A fire so pure, no remnants of him can be found.


She stared at the mirror. Closed her eyes, took hold of her hair. Snip. Snip. Snip. The wild long curves falling recklessly on the ground. Snip. Snip. Snip.

She stared at the mirror. She saw herself.

smothered

one last time, I told myself
look you in the eyes,
feel the tenderness of your lips.
one last bottle, as i empty another
enough tears and such sad music,
shut these mem’ries that linger.
one last drag, huffed and puffed.
the warm comfort of your touch,
now part of my haunting past.


must’ve been kismet, or call it fate
maybe just my own sinful measure.
count the chug, the drag, all the tears i’ve shed
in your arms, my walls could never deliver.
again, staring at those deep dark eyes,
forever – my undoing, i’ll surrender.

alternate reality

In a parallel universe,
colliding you and I – freezing,
stopping clocks;

In a parallel universe,
my grasp matches yours,
steadfastly strong;

In a parallel universe,
your voice wanes not,
sorrow has no place;

In a parallel universe,
for you and I alone,
planets, stars align;

In a parallel universe,
we would be
what is of
love.