June 26, 2019
It's an unwieldy day. "Kain ng masarap," a dear friend texts. In this 7 p.m. drizzly Wednesday, the world is awash in pale colors that promise peace and relief. You're far away, near, around, here. It is a puzzle I know so well to dismantle and put back. Do years waste us or do we waste years? I stare at billboards in EDSA; the train passes by two men taking down a Zayn tarpaulin. How are these things even printed? I miss you. I don't want you around. I can't wait anymore. Please don't come yet. I love you.