What is the feeling of being a dama de noche or the flower of the night? One fully blooms to splendor at dusk and wilt all its glory along with the rising sun everyday. You are born into this world and die at the same in just a few hours time.
I die every eight in the evening. Everyday.
This is the time when I lost my laptop and since its loss, I am having these stupid flashback moments everyday. Every night. The moment I see my parents, the moment I have a blank state of mind, I remember how stupid I was that night.
It haunts me.
I want to move on but these simple things act as time machines that transports me back in time. I can’t cry, there are no tears yet I feel devastated. Ashamed. I can’t help but whimper.
I know it’s unmanly and unethical to live in the past for a man must live in his future but sometimes the past just sticks to you like elmer’s glue. Unnerving. I want to forget. Really forget everything that happened. But something pulls me back.
Help me.
pangape ta day aris one time. kaw lang text sa iya. hahaha
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