we get so caught up and swamped with every little thing around us that we forget to reminisce. to pause. to take in what we call, existing, as much as we could. how silly of us to think that we will always have all the time in the world to do it later. leaving footprints like rough drafts. too many “try to sleep as much as you could” left unsaid. too many foreheads and lagoon-deep collarbones left uncharted by lips.

living as if death promised that this isn’t the last stop.

30th of november, 2022.

i haven’t been feeling like myself lately.

i’m back. i guess.

hihintayin ko ang kanilang pagbabalik

marahang hahalikan ang dalampasigan

kukumutan ang aking mga binti ng may pananabik

my mouth is not forgetful. it’s hard to diagnose it with amnesia when it memorized the way my tongue and my teeth meet then rest on my lips when i say i love you.

“on saying i love you” excerpt from decathect