Saturday, June 16, 2012

Mornings and Chances

Feb. 20th, 2009 at 1:45 AM This is me starting over. The good thing about life is that every morning... sunshine or not...there is always a promise of a new start. Though sometimes, its feels like its the same shit on a different day. Being one of those people who's body clock is set to be reset ever so often, I don't count days by mornings nor nights. I used to count every shift, every night I spend awake and every sleepless day or sometimes dawns, and I count how many shifts I would need to suffer through until rest days or paydays. Somehow along the way, I just stopped counting. I only keep track of paydays which reminds me that I'm halfway through the month and when a new month is starting. So there are only two dates for me...the 15th and the 30th... But I love mornings...when I walk home from my shift around 8 every morning...I always feel brand new. Tired but I feel refreshed at the thought that I get another shot at life. Anyway,I realized that life is just like a pad of paper. Each day is a new sheet. There are always marks that we don't want on our sheets, marks from the past and those of the present which are out of our control but most of the page are ours for the day and its up to us on how we want our story written and our colors painted. There is always a chance to start over... until our sheets run out.

Friday, June 15, 2012

To you Lolo


03032012 by Mary Elouise Rosal on Saturday, 
March 3, 2012 at 5:49pm ·

      I’ll be looking at your shell for the last time tonight.I didn’t come to see you,not this way but I know I just have to.I have to see whats left of you for the last time.I have to see those hands that used to carry me.That face,so dignified,so arogant looking.Those arms I used to sleep on.Im glad,even in your stillness I still see your smile.I cant hear your voice anymore.Your songs that used to put me to sleep.Your smell will soon fade in this house.Lola will surely wash everything clean.Your love stays.

     You celebrated my coming,I know you did and Im sorry I just find it too hard to celebrate your going.I find it too hard to say goodbye.I will miss you too much lolo.I hope you know how much I love you.My only consolation now is the thought that wherever you are,you are happy,you can eat all the sweets you want.No more sneaking.