A Little Bird Once Told Me...

to forget the past since what's done is done.

Sometimes, it is better to leave the skeletons in the closet. Once you start cleaning, you just might get a rhinitis attack. And everything after dust and old stuff ain't gonna do you no good.

You Smell of the Fields

You smell of the fields
Warm
Crisp
Alive

Joyful
Exhilarated
Drugged
By your scent

You smell like siesta
Comforting
Light
Refreshing
On a Sunday afternoon

You smell like bibingka
Warm
Delicious
Desirable
You fill me in

You smell like love
Ardent
Passionate
Sensuous
I make you want me

I know your every scent
Every whiff of you is
Intoxicating
Hypnotizing

You are the air that I breathe.

Conundrum

If only
You knew
How much
You make me

High

Then it
Would be
Just dandy
To be around

You

But then
You can never
Ever
Know

The truth

You have
Her
I have
You

We have so
Much
In common
It makes me

Cry

I am your
Vitamin
Compensates for
What she

Lacks

You are
Prozac
You drag me
To work

Sane

She can never know
Nobody can ever know
What's in between
Sick, sad space called

Our world.

Happy New Year?

Nikki, have you ever thought of what you did in the past, last few days of 2011?

Apparently, yes. You wished you were stronger. More aggressive. Know how to say no when you feel like you do stuff for people who don't have a clue what you actually DO to please them. Stopped being on call. Don't think of people who may actually aggravate your little happiness. Fly.

You know what, you still think a lot. I'm guessing that's one thing you can't stop doing it, for that matter. Reason you cry a lot, get sick a lot, invoke paranoia, is because of this.

You actually cried for the wrong person. Of all people, would you believe? This is new, seriously.

Stop it. Love yourself a little bit more. Just how many days into 2012 and you start tearing your eyes out once again.

Dwell on Hemingway, Palanca et.al.