starry night in Pangasinan

conversations safely wrapped by tears,

and a hand gave a minute or two of pleasure.

wrapped by the intent and patience to understand,

by metaphors,

by the commitment to last forever.

stressful day caused by lines and the uncooperative rays of the yellow king

space full of irritated people, all stretching their patience for the exchange of money for law

day ended with one of the two more eager to ride the jeepney going to 2-3, then jeepney to cainta; LRT and FX would help a bit providing momentary comfort but then that comfort may have not been felt for i couldnt remember tonight what ride we took.

after the much needed rest and food, time was silently wished to pass faster so mr. sandman would make the other four people in the house fall soundly asleep.

lights out inside the three rooms except for the middle one with couples cuddling and wordlessly reassuring one another that whatever tension they may have had during the slightly fucked up day was nothing now.

early dawn of the nineth, while everyone else were asleep, two people silently wished that night would not come to its end or that night be repeated. 

after hours of being in their own world with nothing else to think of but to please one another... worries suddenly overshadowed the early dawn of the nineth.

the yellow king lazily woke up with lesser rays. i was slightly awakened by your fingers touching my hair then you kissed me on my forehead without noticing that i was already starting to melt.

the sixteenth came and finally ended and answered our questions, our week long dilemmas and miseries. air was again breathed easily. 

starry night in pangasinan will forever serve as a reminder that there would be damned days but hearts that will, can and must work things out and that the nineth would no longer be overshadowed by dilemmas and unwanted situations. the bliss of it may soon be felt again; worries after bliss would be eliminated long before it would even be thought of.

the nineth...

i miss you.