crooked through

the sky is clear tonight and all i can think wishing of is that you also see the same dark sky and same stars that i see, and in that connection we see and find that faint sign of a coming together... in time.

since the day i arrived in cagayan de oro, i have gradually managed to shift my sleep hours from the 4am- to 7pm period to a 12midnight to 530am period. and my erratic coffee drinking has also changed to a regular morning kiss with the coffee cup. in my almost three weeks here, i have become more focused, more conscious and responsible, and i have mutated.

kinilaw-ready, fresh from the coastal sands of tablas island in romblon.

if a bird flew zipping past through my melodramatic view
i would not notice it as much as i would notice it
were it another clue
(or i would give in)
and give due
for more than a year
i counted gradually losing you.

yes you found me lingering around the relics of dubai museum. ironic that you call me stray when the world is my home. and you dear sir my friend, how do you fare? astray?

you asked why. i could not answer.

i am not running away from something or anything.
i am without any intention to abscond or escape.


i want to see. differently.


yet much i have left and i have lost i have started to miss and hopefully regain. it seems there are beginnings and no ends. life enters a spectrum, splits and splinters into various forms.

this was what you told me. i can no longer be sure if i can keep on waiting still.

"it's been a week and adding hours and or
a day more
thriving striving workhorse"

"what you want from me for me
this fleeting
amalgams of files and words."

the waterworks,
aerate and flail spiked braids
of fancy hair.