nothing makes sense in this city. tis alienation. tis unforgiveness. tis uncertainty.
huge/ broken things/ accusations/fingers pointed/ who will be to blame?/ who walks blameless?/ what is it about trust?/ and the future?/ loud wails/ sleep,non-existential/
the two cities i've previously kept is almost almost so much behind me now. where am i gonna be?
i've been crying since weekend. it's about time that i stop now. my eyes are swollen like hell. and i cannot fucking stop feeling miserable about being in this shithole.
i have a new weekend. i've cebu. i've a family. i've more things ahead. i can keep up. a love that's a far cry from what i thought i know.
i asked why most are borrowed and taken away.. i thought i found my answers this afternoon.
there'll be three months to go. and the holidays. and a night light to make me feel safe. they're enough.
"Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives."
Tender Is The Night by Fitzgerald
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