On the Unwind Perspective

Few people know this secret of mine.

I have always coined the term, "unwind".

Mag-unwind sa ko.

A valiant excuse when people ask me what am I going to do next.

Well, for me, unwind is...

Getting lost.

Let my feet lead the way, as I walk everywhere.

I mean, everywhere and I have never really cared about the distance.

Mapa-Colon pa na, Uptown, Ruta sa 12L

I want to be lost once in a while and sit on a park.

So far, I have visited and traveled many spots especially in the south.

Most beautiful park that I have visited is in Dalaguete.

A Bus away, from the city terminal.

Alone, I just went there because of the sea view that is facing directly on the park.

There, I just sit.

I think for a while.

I see people.

Alone and contented of my own company.

Happiness.

Or to put it simply, I'm just bored and a frustrated traveler.

Wander

I am happy watching you from afar.

Though these thoughts can never be spoken, bear these words in mind.

The semester is ending near, so as the time we spent together.

It's funny how a single raffle draw, leads us into getting to know each other.

Thank you.

Thank you for making me feel again.

Thank you for making me realize that,

someone as cold as me could meet a great and bubbly person like you.

Even though you are annoying,

I reluctantly accept it for that is who you are.

I know these feelings will somehow fade away,

and love is just a temporary gift of life...

Still, I'm grateful for even this cold soul, can be a part of your life.

Call me a pessimist, or a sad and lonely being,

but meeting someone like you feels like a blessing

A temporary blessing.

and maybe in another time, our souls can meet again.

I could encounter that warm soul of yours.

It is even weird, coming from a cold thinking female.

But still, I will be fine.

So, I guess time will tell.

I infer that time will decide and I have to look away.

So that, my heart can be guarded from getting hurt again.

In another time,

I hope that you can recognize me, because I still bear that false hope.

Hoping that we can be.

The Wall

Do you know the funny irony is?

It is when the blunt truth always hurts us, leaving you with the most awkward scenario on how to respond.

I build a wall, to protect and guard myself. A wall, so high and complex that I can't let anybody let in.

I'm proud to have built that wall, telling or implying to others that the wall is structurally built.

I am happy because I have a sanctuary on my own in which I am safe.

I am glad that wall protects me.

And the irony is?

Though I love watching how people try their best to pound that wall outside, laughing because they can never get in,

I am half-grateful of how others do their best to break in and enter that wall, because of their efforts.

I keep saying to them that please you can do better than that, break in...

then why am I building that wall in the first place?

That is sole purpose, is to protect and guard me.

Why am I loving people who do their efforts to break in, and discovering outside of that wall?

Then I realized that wall,

That wall becomes a prison.

As much as I repress it deeply, pushing myself to be comfortable being alone.

Telling myself that it is independence, and freedom.

Heck, I hate lying.

Though I commend myself that I use my brain a lot, reasoning and thinking all the time,

Truth is,

I'm lonely.

Perhaps, cold and forgotten?

Misunderstood by others.

But, it's their problem, not mine.

And I commend those people.

who took notice of me, thoughtful that they take their time to get to know me...

So instead of a wall,

I will build a bridge.

However, bearing in mind that I will still guard myself.