an excerpt from a certain anonymous story:

a lot of things happened--not that she wanted it to happen; but she hopes and she wishes people could be happier and happier just like taking an evening coffee break on a cold gloomy night. she wanted to tell him, all the things she knew, but in a while grasping for her inconvenient thoughts that might tear him apart, making him weary and blue. she wanted him to know, all the things she knew, but in a while desperately concluding herself not to-- considering what could it feels being all the means to revive somewhat important and true.

she wanted to tell him, all the things she knew, but in a while she backed off, and just sip her coffee...

she wanted to tell him, this tormenting truth, but not today, not now.


inumaga na naman ako! haha!

i am the gatekeeper!