socially awkward.

031. songwriter.

Make me a love song.

Strum on my heart, hear him sing.

Let music be heard.

Alaala’t gunita.

funkienokie:

Ginising ako ni Bathala gamit ang init at nakakasilaw na liwanag ni haring araw.

Dahan-dahan kong imunulat ang aking mga mata, umaasang baka sakaling nasa tabi pa kita.

Sana nga panaginip lang ang lahat.

Babangon akong may guhit ng ngiti sa aking mga labi dahil sa iyong napakahimbing na pagkakahimlay sa kamang pinuno mo ng mala-bahagharing kulay.

Subalit ang aking mga ngiti’y napawi, pilit hinahaplos ang mga mala-sultang bakas na iyong mainit na katawan na iniwan sa ating mumunting paraiso. Isang paraisong parisukat, na gawa sa tela, kutson, at pag-ibig.

Wala ka na.

Hindi ko ninanais gumising pa.

Mahirap.

Hindi ko kaya.

strangers.

funkienokie:

Three inches.

Just few more,

and our skin is almost touching –

warm and silky, against mine.

Three inches. 

A few more,

and your world will meet mine –

like yin and yang.

Three inches.

Few more,

and I will start a conversation –

your name and number maybe.

I wished I had enough courage

to take,

three more inches

of space.

030.

A breath of fresh air,

like an unexpected rain

on a summer day.

029. troika.

It’s always been us:

I love you, and you love him - 

An awesome threesome.

open city.

Nais kong tumungo sa isang lugar. Lugar na kung saan walang may kakilala sa atin, kung saan maari tayong maging malaya, kung saan gagawa tayo ng sarili nating mundo. Isang lugar na walang taong huhusga sa atin, sa iyo, at sa akin.

Nais kitang hagkan, damahin ang bawat sulok ng iyong katawan, sa iyong matatambok na pisngi, sa iyong mapupulang labi, sa iyong malapad na noo, maging sa iyong nililok na dibdib. Hawakan ang iyong kamay ng walang iniisip na takot o pag-aalinlangan.

Nais kong tumungo sa isang lugar.

Lugar na kung saan maari tayong maging malaya.

Lugar na kung saan gagawa tayo ng sarili nating mundo.

Isang lugar kung saan maari kong ipadama kung gaano kita kamahal.

ever after.

I remember how I love to spend my summer nights – lights out, under the sheets, watching pink films, laughing and crying with real stories of men and women on how they find their true love and happy endings in the persona of the same sex.

I always dream of finding that someone.

Someone who could really knocks me off my feet, and makes me fall in-love head-over-heels. Perhaps, meeting a random stranger that will make a huge difference in my life, or a best friend that I never thought would fall in-love with me.

I want these love stories come to life. And I want these to happen in my life.

Some of the greatest love stories may end on a sad note, either, they’re dead (someone is dead) or destiny did not permit their love. Well, at least, they tried and experienced this kind of love - the real one.

…

…

…

Now, I don’t watch these films anymore, not because I’ve outgrown them, or I stop believing in finding my true love.

It’s because I am living my own love story…

…

…

…

…with you.

strangers.

Three inches.

Just few more,

and our skin is almost touching –

warm and silky, against mine.

Three inches. 

A few more,

and your world will meet mine –

like yin and yang.

Three inches.

Few more,

and I will start a conversation –

your name and number maybe.

I wished I had enough courage

to take,

three more inches

of space.

028. paranoia

Here we are again.

Untrusting, unforgiving - 

we’re back to square one.

‎”You may not be the best crayon inside the Crayola box, yet you’re still my favorite color.”