Paunang sagot sa bitin na tanong sa huling post: hindi.

Saka na ulit ang mahabang sagot.

Now to what I wanted to say:

I guess it will never go away - the most tender, quiet and loudest spot (and I must be resigned to this) that will remain tucked away (and I must be resigned to this).

Lives distant; still, in the rarest of glances, I am reminded of that delicate thread made of the years. Oh, the years.

The only comfort I have during these gray moments is the privilege it provides me to see that near-blinding contrast between everything that is ordinary and the one thing that is possible, that possible that beckons from far away.

(Five minutes after)

Open letter to Jane:

Dear Jane,

Your bipolar burr's gray Saturday night was just warmed by a trip to your blog. Still misty, though. Goddamn these pms hormones.

And because I am in my stalkerama mode, I did check out the multiply pictures. Yeah, your spidey senses are right. And yeah, left the poor thing out in the cold. Permanently. One mid-week asinine message will not maketh a date.

Haay, Jane. I am just not cut out for such trivialities.

xoxo,
Pilar