a week

“It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.”
Paulo Coelho

I wrote this to someone to whom I recently became close...(in a span of a week parang isang lingong pag-ibig hahaha)
I live many lives…
The obedient daughter
The loving sister
The stubborn art teacher
The misunderstood artist
The bitch (for some girls who hate me)
The weird friend
And what not…
Then there’s the person you got spend an afternoon with.
I can be anything you want me to be.
I can be your friend
I can be your sister
I can be your mistress
(sadomasochist na masyado ang dating)
I can be your lover
But I do not want to be the one who hinders you from your first love…your art.

My life always evolved around my art. So everything that i experince is a form of art for me. I can no longer step into a realm he conjured but i know that deep in his thoughts i linger. I just hope i will not be forgotten. i wanted to say to him never life wear you down...how can you do your art when you are dead, in hell or worse in none existence. Even though its very delicious (and inspiring) to be depressed but never stop living. i was happy. i was with you a hundred ten percent (not even thoughts of brad pitt or of takeshi kaneshiro invade my head haha). i was inspired. i wanted to live and stopped caring about dying...

now i am back to my reality...not really depressed but somehow surviving.

Thinking about the times we made the taxi driver uncomfortable still evokes a smile from me.

Now when i remember the past week it just makes me smile and wonder. Did it really happen...it was too good to be true!

i wont forget the way you sat thinking deeply as i watched and pondered what are you thinking...

NEXT.