actually am a good listener. In fact, my girlfriend just pointed out how people always want to see me just so they can throw out all their unspoken heartbreaks, work stress and life hardships on me. I don’t know when it started or if I even had a hand on it starting. But whatever. I love my friends and I love knowing about them. Well, I also love them mere acquaintances who shove everything right to my face even when I have no idea who they’re talking about. Well I guess sometimes it is a lot easier to confide in someone you don’t really know that much. You’re spared of the sarcasm and the immediate judgment. Plus, you get a voice “speaking as a completely third party objective with absolutely no personal interest in the matter” viewpoint.
people complain about having noises in their head they can’t keep shut. But sometimes I miss having the noises that used to rule my head. These noises were the ones I listen to when I write. These noises have helped me all throughout puberty, pregnancy and heart misery. These noises, these noises, these noises in my head. I miss hearing the words and having them flow. I miss that flow.
I kind of wish I had that flow instead of the one I’m pms-ing to right now.
are usually such a big waste - waste of time, waste of words; but the operative word here is USUALLY. And sometimes, words and times mean a lot more when wasted. (yes, dumo-double meaning sa mga mahilig maglasing :)
turned on when you held my hand to pull me into the dark room, and not when the rest of our bodies slipped into place. I lunged feverishly for your lips when you said you didn’t normally kiss. I kept pulling your body closer to mine for the warmth, and not for the heat of it all. We were strangers…