ito'y para sa taong nabigyan ko ng sulat noon...
ewan.. di ko alam. pero naalala kita kanina. just reliving the past. nakita ulit kita. the hell you care di ba??

wala lang to.. i just remembered the letter na binigay ko 3 mos ago. yun lang yung concept

BLOTCHES

not a sound, not a voice,
nothing to fill the space between
nor to story-tell to the moment's innocence.
no barriers breaking,
but the somber sound from lips kept still.

only
a pen ink-bleeding,
hands scribbling, fumbling
with scraping on paper echoing
word per word,
phrase after phrase,
guilt and sin
reverberating in rhythmic pen tapping
taking form and constructing meaning
reliving moments that no measure of writing could revive

nor create once again-
not the heaps of crumpled stationery
not the late night catharsis
not the solitude in a four-post cage
nor the pools of saline rain

but when at last this letter's sending,
its words and statements are only half-meaning
to what ink and tears
need not say