Good night, it wrote on his social media wall, as if he'd still be in the morning for coffee, or to post something I'd most likely ignore. Good night, like we've just had a drawn out discussion about rule of thirds and the last mountain we'd slept on. Interesting how this has created a euphemism for truth- that all has ended for him. It has also made it difficult to wish the same on anyone, a loved one, for example, for it no longer just means a good night. But does it just, really?
Good Night
It was with a simple good night that I found out about a friend's passing. We were not close, but at some point, we had talked about photography and hiking. Probably, about grammar, too, as we both taught English. And just like that, this phrase has taken on a new meaning. What used to be just something people blurt out before sleep, and take for granted, now has become a sad farewell.
Good night, it wrote on his social media wall, as if he'd still be in the morning for coffee, or to post something I'd most likely ignore. Good night, like we've just had a drawn out discussion about rule of thirds and the last mountain we'd slept on. Interesting how this has created a euphemism for truth- that all has ended for him. It has also made it difficult to wish the same on anyone, a loved one, for example, for it no longer just means a good night. But does it just, really?
Good night, it wrote on his social media wall, as if he'd still be in the morning for coffee, or to post something I'd most likely ignore. Good night, like we've just had a drawn out discussion about rule of thirds and the last mountain we'd slept on. Interesting how this has created a euphemism for truth- that all has ended for him. It has also made it difficult to wish the same on anyone, a loved one, for example, for it no longer just means a good night. But does it just, really?
The Dare and the Wish
I caught it ever so slightly
That elusive stare
that masterfully shifts towards my right
And that nervous, yet intentional calm
That only widens the door of doubt,
Extending my wish and prayer for someday
When I'll find out how
the luxury scent melds with your sweat.
For you
You're sure you've done all?
I have and the wind says, 'Give up'.
But you've always wanted to be a physicist...
I think I've gotten old for childish ambitions.
You couldn't have been mistaken.
I have and I am determined to make it right.
And so you're leaving.
I have and the wind says, 'Give up'.
But you've always wanted to be a physicist...
I think I've gotten old for childish ambitions.
You couldn't have been mistaken.
I have and I am determined to make it right.
And so you're leaving.
Braving Ignorance
We oftentimes squirm out of a situation that exposes our weakness, like knowing something that everybody seems to get but we don't. I remember how a group of friends in school before talking about Ang Huling El Bimbo and how the song was sad, and all I could do was nod and be as quiet as I could, and pray for the bell to ring. Fast.
Weekends
All of a sudden, you only have to turn in work that can be done within the remaining hours of the work week. No need to hurry to complete anything.
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