Gaps, patches and in-betweens

I was getting angry. It was end of the day and things didn't go well at work. It was about branding, office environment. That sort of thing. It left me tense, the back of my head hot and I dared not check my blood pressure. The office sign was off. It took three visits, a year of planning, designing, back to back meetings, permissions, Covid - and we still got it wrong.  There I was huffing and puffing with remnants of office matters. I decided to wash it off with tequila shots and two movies after my daughter forced me to do deep breathing while clearing up after dinner. In the middle of the first movie, I got a message asking me if I knew someone in Iriga. It's the next town after my parent's hometown. Five minutes drive.  A friend who is also a former colleague has been in prison after being red tagged. He was moved to Iriga from Cavite. He left Silang Tuesday evening. Plenty of time to have gotten to Iriga by now.  Nobody has heard if he arrived at the jail some 10 ho...

Revel enjoy oneself   in   a  lively and noisy way, especially with drinking and dancing   Normal every day, birds Tweet and twirl in their air dance  Able now to breathe Rivet hold (someone or something) fast so as to make them  incapable  of  movement While we stop breathing  Dying inside, lonely with Nights of black and blue  Ritual  a   series  of actions or  type  of behavior regularly and invariably followed  by   someone The moon is brightest When silver is unpolished And we’re not ready Rebel show  or   feel   repugnance  for or resistance to something I should be grateful  That I am still able to And of course, I am Also knocked off my rhythm choked, useless, powerless depressed. And on a totally different note, Anniversary reveal Let us not sit down Today for this cup of tea I do not drink tea. One Monday night on a 6th of September "I am an X in an indeterminate equat...

I know my seasons. Dry would be the summer when I would traipse around with friends and try hard, on clear, starlit nights  to not wish   you were with me. I keep busy with one beach, mountain or city in the world so I don't have to think about the beach, mountain or city you are at.  Wet is the worse. I hate the typhoons that would force me to stay inside, mess up the internet signal and drag me down to nostalgia as the nip in the air and damp outside force me to think of warm bodies safely in bed  And the storm inside that it would build, from your narcissistic motivation towards sweetness to lure, then betray and my devastation  My eyes are moist and shining as I pull through, sometimes triumphant, sometimes crawling toward the cool season.  When the air switches and makes me grab my jacket, I will be in wonder but less angry. Forgiving of myself and grateful for having loved.  A new year rolls in full of hopes and reboots. And the year goes arou...