Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Crossing, 1:00 AM


At the corner of Shaw Boulevard and Edsa. While sitting on a pavement a few steps away from 7-Eleven. While starving buses hungry for passengers honk their horns from a distance and sleepy people make transit in front of a lone jeepney waiting for the home-bounds to fill its empty seats. A lean man in a blue sleeveless shirt tosses his cigarette on the ground. He has been standing next to a loading sign for eternity before deciding to fling his bags inside the waiting jeep. With a near smoked-out Marlboro lodged between my fingers; a Neil Gaiman novel resting on my lap; a restless body dying to turn itself into a disco ball; and an old soul walking tensely back and forth while trading thoughts with a kindred spirit on a hopelessly romantic telephone.

Crossing his fingers.
Determined to find that once-in-an-epoch connection.

Feeling the cold ground while looking past the lamp posts over a massive bridge; beyond the glare of light bulbs reveals a pitch black sky longing to be noticed. My companion behind me has shut the world, as I say a silent prayer for a runaway star who might be staring down from the heavens.

We try to keep tabs of the moment,

Hoping the heart never withers.

We try to clutch our arms to the memory ,

For something for us to believe.




Exactly one month later, the kindred spirits now call themselves one.
All it takes to find his beloved was a fateful telephone call.






11 comments:

Icy Flame said...

The story's vaguely familiar. ;)

Anyway, I believe that "one thing always leads to another". Hope I have that courage to go grab that one thing though.

JR said...

ala eh, ang pagkalalim ga ng ingles! ala ay di ko maarok eh! hahaha saang baul mo na naman nahugot ang mga words mo master? whew!

dabo (or david) said...

why is it, instead of a concrete and steel crossroads, i am trance to believe you were standing on a mountain, overlooking the city that you have blessed.

real nice one. still you are the no ordinary morning.

dabo (or david) said...

(anyway, off record. ang yabang mo hahaha kung di ako naghiatus ng ilang beses, siguro nasa 200 na followers ko haha ay teka..nagpalit ka nga rin pala ng blog)

SOLTERO said...

may cotton ball ako sa nose hbang read ko e2, hinanda ko bwahaha buti patak lng ahahahha

tapos ng binasa ko ung comment ni dabo, mejo dumami ung patak ahahah :P

~Carrie~ said...

creatively written.

wanderingcommuter said...

miss reading writings with this caliber...

thanks for keeping the flame going.

drew said...

I was there last night. Your starving buses were noisy as hell.

john stanley said...

is this what i think it is? if so, then i'm truly happy for you. =)

Désolé Boy said...

i feel you man! really...

Elias Jayson said...

apir. namiss ko tong gantong posts.