Withered Lines

III

III

I got a call from mom very early in the morning. She said that she's getting an annulment. Finally, natauhan na rin sya sa kalokohan ni dad. Malungkot na tuluyan nang masisira ang pamilya. Pero sino ba ang niloloko ko? Matagal nang sira ang pamilya namin. Sabi nga nila, people come and go.

Gano'n talaga.

How ironic that I’m trying my best to move on from a married woman, who do not have any idea on how I feel about her, while my dad is messing around with girls who are younger than me.

I went out for a jog around the village.

It's been two days since her wedding, still thinking about her.

And I don't think this is making me better.

How do you heal a broken heart?

How do you fix a broken you?

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Blog Entry #3 Some Monday Walkabouts (Posted via web)

You feel pain ‘cause you feel detachment.

Sadly, most of the things you give never came back.

All sorts of effort only counts for those who had an eye on it.

We could never really force something to give up, or choose, or create a semblance of what you know is true.

No one can give you the dimensions you want or criteria you should pass in order to create a bond.

Nobody creates your publicity but yourself, thus, people around you will decide if they want to stay or go.

Your heart is not a cage that you can try to haul in as many people as you can.

But at some point, people come and go; and what other ways can you avoid landing on the same spot, where you try to stand up and build yourself again, is to find a dozen of people that does not give a damn of what you are and what you do.

But for a while, they will make you happy — which is such a safe and unchallenged way to live an unfair life. 

Sometimes, this is what we do. We lie, we make someone feel good. We can be the sweetest devil we can be.

But at some point, nothing is working the way we imply it to be. Just like a right decision that never made it to perfection. 

05192014