invierno caliente

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when autumn squeezes the onion bulb and passes by

walking along the eastwing of skyrise strip

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feeling low by dawn

where it all started

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5 months, infinite heartbeats

running..

flowers wilt
mud cracks
toenails breaking

friendship ends
glands burst
emotional stain creeps

running..

my hair turn into knots
my vision sallows
my mouth bleeds

running..

but let me grasp this feeling of temporal euphoria
and allow me to froze it to eternity..

julio, thanks for giving me the love that i desperately needed..

thank you for letting me take refuge on you..

you are my peace.

sinking in

lying awake
trying to sleep
caught up with the cob webs of thoughts

running
dancing

suffocating

i'm wandering around
but cannot speak
the vastness of my plea

a cold voice: you are the most selfish person i ever knew
a soft voice: you are drowning
then another one says: good riddance

i'm going now,
with the baggage full of unspoken words..
did i forgot to closed it down?
no, someone did that for me and 'twas very tight.

again, i run, i dance, i suffocate..

going down
down
down
down

down

down in the deepness of hate.

last warmth

December is just a few days from now.. coldness will surely swarm like locusts. Sipping some hot tea would be a remedy from such apothecary..

Heading towards the locker room one morning, the weather outside seems unbearable, yet the shudder seems ignored by the tranquility inside.

I got this mug on the first week of our client specs training.. i was so glad to own one.. having a mug means unlimited access to a lot of freebies in the pantry such as hot choco, coffee, iced tea and the likes.. this mug somehow gave warmth but then got lost the day this picture was taken
... tsk.. darn. i'll surely miss this mug.. anyway manimagu (my mug), wherever you are, thanks for all the warmth..

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blended

we consider ourselves as sugar and cream blended in the coffee called "love"...

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with the celebrant

me and the "birthday boy"

era of glam rock

embering

i find it tiresome to clean up my room.
mostly, i usually mess up myself with rubbish that i value so much..

things as simple as stirrer from a coffee shop..
feather i found from a trek.
a small useless rock.
sands from different beaches.
paper cups!
threads.
creameries, sugars and empty sachets..
expired tea bags.
torn tickets.
wood bark, dried leaves and sallowy flower.
a mere post it with writtings from a friend.
priority number from an establishment with slow paced service.
pliers, cuttleries and rusty needles.
and a whole bunch of papers that might have brought a 1 sq/m forest back to life.

i don't know why i'm still keeping them for atleast four years..

and then the memories of each item struck me to reminisce.
each item associates me with the past i've been through.
i guess im a person who found joy in simple things
and i want to carry them with me wherever..

whenever.