To the bears, the salmons and the sea lions

If this is my second life: I think I have reached my zenith.

When I have to live with just enough. Enough to see so much beauty in our world. The beauty between agony and luxury.Enough to know what I just want and what I need best.

If I once had a boring life. If that strange vision I had when I was 8 has some reality over delusions. It is something I will never forget- that was a life with everything. I stared at a grand chandelier, walked pass through it, walked upstairs and into my room it ends then suddenly born and loved much by a family. A family meager enough to give safe home to grow. Be taught to get much education in a class or through a book. A life- that I can never trade yet sometimes with my tendency to want more. I want to give them more.

My existence now is a gift of life to me. With this-I learned to be happy with what I have. And I definitely know what I wanted in life despite the fact that I can be very confuse and undecisive with things I don't have a full heart on it.

In this lifetime, perhaps I did let some ego away- I let some worry away and I let things flow. In this life I learned to tell the person what I truly feel and gently whisper it to the bears, the salmons and the sea lions. Ever careful- as it is something that they are not bound for. Something that tells them they are always free and yet they can always stay with me.

What I just fear nowadays and most of the time is missing a chance to not let a person dear to me know what I thought and feel something that is beautiful. I don't want to live with regrets that I let expressions passed the chance for them to see and feel it and the chance of which they can still hear and see me.

For now - I just want something enough. Yet it is beyond what society calls norm. Beyond what my culture tells me not to do. Beyond rationality and into the mysteriousness of this existence. Ever dreamy. Ever dreamy.

Today and everyday I just wanted to let him know that-
I love and have loved his soul.

His eyes were like those sky.
They were like ocean.
Like the lake. Like the river.
Like them- he lives with his heart and mind together.


He lives-
He lives just a lil bit
or a lil more like me.

My adobo

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Your Lady

I think the most agonizing for a girl is to be promised at. What is more difficult are the words uttered romantically in normal days. How can just a girl forget those "I will never leave you" while watching sunset at the bay. "You are my life" while he touches her hair softly as gentle as the breeze. She is at that time in her vulnerability - so perceptive on words which seems the truest.


When she was still a girl, she always dreamed of someone being with her. To listen to her stories just before she sleeps. She always dreamed of someone to hug her at night-something she never had all her life until he came. She always wanted someone aside her girlfriends to have dinner with. To share a smile, a kind of smile her girlfriends will never see. A smile that only him can see.


And yet, like the river, everything just flows in a different way. Everything changes. And that girl will never be a girl through time.


She became what they call a lady. So aware about how things are. That she can never take a hold of anything nor anyone unless that being decides to. She will never feel inadequate when someone had left as she has always known that people are people and no one will ever stay forever. She will never yearn to have someone beside her because pillows were enough. She will smile at her girlfriends and she still can smile in her sweetest if someone pleases her.

She will never expect nor do her best to keep up with anyone. She is by so far, has kept regal in many ways. Kept her self from anything that will make her vulnerable. She does not need anyone to be happy. She can be happy with her self. She knows no drama. She has learned self-preservation. She is strong. She is what any man wants their woman to be.


That lady. A beautiful lady with her mind and heart. A beauty that is skin-deep.


She is a lady and yet she knows that she will spend all her life looking for that kind of boy to bring the kind of girl she was before.


The kind of girl she lost.
That girl she missed.
That girl she has kept inside her heart.
That kind of boy who will make her true to herself again.

He made age just a number
and  he made her realize that she had
always been a little girl.
And now so alive inside
her beautiful dream.