Paper Bug

Your responses seen by most. Words kept tacked, hindered to prevent destructive overflow. You know there's a limit, Eyes watching, glaring over your every move, Deeds aired by vigilant mouths, All set and done, all known to man, No one unaware of chaos haunting your past. Your spirit stuck inside your weakness, Strength buried in suffocating cement, Overpowered by fear, Treachery comes to spook you often, Still, you try to hide in sarcasm, Perceived as clean trash. Reinvent. [PaperBug]

Sitting amidst the praising crowd, I felt amazed on how these people cherish the life they live. Putting my sight towards a live picture where moving subjects portray the semiotics of an important unit of life, a family, I smiled with my heart overwhelmed. Filipinos always make happy days better. One motion which struck my heart I saw in SM North Edsa - an image of a mother and her son whose stains of poverty seen by everyone did not stop them from achieving simple happiness, substituting any extravagant purchase of commercial drinks. That extraordinary mirth is the same one I saw in the faces of a 3-packed barkada, indulging themselves in baby-pranking. Even with the imminence of misfortune, happiness here was defined without material wealth being attached to its meaning. The daily motions we see in our lives prove that no one can buy someone's happiness. [PaperBug]

I live in a world where every action I do needs revision, cuts and editing. I thought I could stay as long I want, but no I erred, the beginning I thought might just be nearing its end. What typical hospitality I earned, turned upside down and betrayed my trust. Running within my veins is the feeling of loneliness, of desolation. Barren. Cropped out of the big picture. Restricted of the happiness I deserve. I could have grabbed it from my sight. I almost on my way to it. Friendship was all I craved for, but still I was unfortunate enough. I just don't fit in this world everyone's trying to own. [PaperBug]