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7/31/2006

open letter1

The grime that embraced the tiles of the comfort room may have heard your sobs but I can assure you, they did not listen. Why the hell would the sleeping roaches under the toilet tank listen to the echoes of your cries? You may think that the yellow-splashed wall may have deadened the sound of your repressed emotional outburst, but even those walls have had enough drama bounced to them that they cannot absorb anymore angst or cry.

I knew these things for I frequently use the place for more than a year. Though I never dared to seek refuge on that grime-filled room, the miasmic fumes coming from the humid walls were enough reasons for me to tell that much emotion has happened there.

For almost two hours, all I can see from the slits of the door were your hair strands. I kept on telling you to unlock the door and speak to me but you never listened. I wanted to console you with my arms but you chose to be embraced by the humid air of the room. I haven’t thought that the room’s air could give anyone comfort. Although the soporific air of the dawn persistently tried to knock me down, the thought of you being soaked in sweat and tears kept me awake. I certainly cannot bear to hear your faint sobs over the door slits. If only I have the power to unhinge the door, I would take you away from that dreaded room in an instant. But then I should have never distracted you from your moment of solitude. I was so insensitive to have not realized your need for space during that time. Sorry. I honestly do not know what to say or how to say things. I was again intoxicated by my anger over some uncontrollable things.

Well, two rounds from the clock were worth the wait. I listened to your soft heartbeats and felt your faint spirit. The isolation must have taken much of your energy. I just hope that the grime and dirt did not embrace the remaining light of love in you.

I love you.
Let us talk after you recovered form the air of depression.

9 comments:

Jigs said...

Did this really happen to you? Sa C.R. ba ito? I dont know what to say eh! LOL!

icarus_05 said...

Away kayo? aw. sad... Kaya mo yan... go go go...

Wendy said...

Whewww... senti mode... a melodramatic one *wink*
Nag-enjoy ako sa pagbasa...

kneeko said...

nag-away kayo sa cr? hahahaha.. senti ka ba dre... ayos lang kasama sa buhay yan

achoo said...

i dont think nagaway sila sa loob ng washroom (btw, 'ala daw word na comfort room, filipinism daw ito)..eh heller sabi nga nya..yong isa nasa loob, trying to get more air while sobbing. Well, it's a very emo post, but are we not entitled to be? nakikiraan lang po...linkd u up na!

Kiro said...

bulitas... totoo ba ito or fiction?... I always can't tell... but if its real life... umm i dont really know what to say... except na dude if you need to talk ahehehe not that you would... just gimme a shout out...

HANMAE said...

hahaha...wtf? mgkamukha nga si joseph at mura..lol.

and uhhmm...cr?

/iambrew said...

god, that was heavy.
bulitas, dun put urself into too much drama. it's not good for the soul.
if u need someone to talk with, we are just her. you friends...

utakgago said...

i think it's a fact. siguro gf mo yun, nagkulong sa cr at umiyak ng matagal na matagal...

8-| no idea. alangan namang nanay mo yun! o katulong nyo!

ewan. :P http://utakgago.blogspot.com kay ganda mo talagang sumulat! astigin!!!

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