A Time and a Place
For the first time I noticed how many guns there were. It seemed like everybody had one, some people had several, strapped on their belts, slung over their shoulders, a bellicose display of power.

For the first time I noticed how many guns there were. It seemed like everybody had one, some people had several, strapped on their belts, slung over their shoulders, a bellicose display of power.

Yet, the thought of missing this place lingered like a leech, sucking the life out of me. How could I miss something that hurt me?

I tend to pick up on the smallest cues of concern, of what was said and done to me..
not because I’m too sentimental or cliché,
but because I only knew of it in tiny portions.

Stop being delusional. Your face is too common. You’re just a rich asshole relying on his parent’s money and reputation, who has a big ego but is too dumb to realize that you are the very definition of an undesirable man in the world.

There Is no “Retirement for Dummies,” no Idiot’s Guide, no road maps, no soggy, stained barroom napkins with a bar graph and cryptic, bulleted list that somehow crystalizes into a bright, clear path to peace and happiness in the middle of the night

The blue glow of his phone bathed his face in…

Bata palang ako tila namamalimos na ‘ko ng pagkakataon na sana ako naman yung nasa tabi ng mga magulang ko…

“It’s not like I wanted to but I couldn’t. Anyway, you better go now. It’s getting late. It’s nice to see you again.”

And somehow the only happiness we found was being beside each other, talking and laughing..until it was 3 in the morning.

I’ve endured and even made some slow, steady progress up to the absolute bottom of the supervisory chain.

Spring of Fourteen (A Your Lie in April Creative Short)…

Light comes in layers. Bright, revealing, glare that cast shadows. Shadows that seem even darker because of the light.