Inlababo.

Maka-ilang ulit na rin,
akong nagmamahal ng nakapiring.

Tinitiklop ang mga sandali
na dumudurog sakin.

I fear. I love.Β I jump.

Across almost everything,
That separates me from strangers —
Choking me towards wisdom,
or the lack of it actually.

I feel. I think. I try.

I try to feel again.

Tinatanaw ang mga bulalakaw
sa likod ng mga hamog
na lumilihis sa paglusaw.

Bumubuntong-hininga ako ng hindi ko napupuna.

Bringing me to the verge of asking,

β€œKailan nga ba huling lumapat
ang lumuluhang mga daliri?
Kailan muling sisipat ang pluma
sa hapo at nanunuyong mga labi?”

Sumisipol minsan ang mga pagkakataon,
inaaya akong lumingon

Randomly as I pause,
to gulp some recent events
drowning me in my sleep —
As a new morning gently permeates,
Giving me rest, love, life, loss.

Lost —

With all the little things
that slowly unfold.
Burning me from within
With the scars that they bring.

Maka-ilang ulit na rin kasing,
Ako ay nagmamahal ng nakapiring.

November 2008

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