One Gloomy Morning

i woke up

annoyed

wanting to catch another

minute

asleep

went downstairs

and oh,

a puddle of cat

on the couch

how i envy them

went to the fridge

got some milk

went to the sink

barfed

spoiled

lanai

for fresh air

it was raining

dammit

but what the heck

breakfast, i thought

i'd make something up

and then i said, what the heck

food

has long lost its taste

life without meaning

trailing on

since you've been gone

but here i am, living the dream

that i'll soon be happy.

Dear Kuya,

For some reason you make me happy. Alive, rather. Whatever.

But you are the same reason I feel down.

You know what, f*ck it. Your existence haunts me.

Yet your absence kills me.

To the man whom the streets take care of

You are never missed
At the corner of 15th and Tuazon
You sit
In your makeshift bed
Your dining room
Your lounge
Of cardboard

How you make it to our street
I would never know
To sell Mama those umbrellas
Trashed
Left for nothing
Yet she gets them for you
Like new

What do you have for dinner?
Is it scraps of someone else's feast?
Is it the gift of tin you savor?
Is it the sheer happiness you get
From the reveling
In the nothingness
This world offers?

Yes, I Knew That.

Well, I could've put it into use earlier. Haha.

Thank you Lord, for all the things I didn't immediately realize I had, for all the people who love me, for all the reasons to keep my sanity intact; my happiness at bay.

You will never give me enough reasons to be thankful, because they are more than enough. :)