Prick by my on Cupid arrow

A minute in my thoughts

Tired again...

Can't focus on the flying letter given to me

The bright light at the right

The cold atmosphere

dry throat

again

trying to combined the letters in my head to make sense out of it

NOLI? EL FILI? Maria Clara is all I scream

Poor Maria. Poor community, Poor society, Poor country.

This is tiring

my body moves with its emotions while

my mind drifts and undrifts to the lessons of the world

I'll stop...

Literature can claw its way down my throat and

show all my secrets in metaphors and similes but

only intellectuals could understand it clearly

wake up...

Did you thank God for this day that you are alive?

Did you kiss your parents goodnight and goodmorning?

You are growing but

they are wrinkling

love them please 

stop crying...

The superior is saying oppressed over and over again maybe

it is time to give all the letters in your brain

I love how she smiles

Let me massage your body then lay down affter

because you told me that is my reward

or is it just a dream

She will be the death of me

Death?

I am talking about death but 

I am still organizing the symbols in my head, 

wait, what symbols?

not words?

Words.

I am moving forward.