Rain was pouring heavily outside. It was the middle of the night. I can feel the flooding on the streets. The wind gushes hard that I can hear its whistles. The nails holding down the roof of my house slowly unhinging as the roof dances with the wind. And I was half awake. I can’tContinue reading “i can help you, but you gotta let me in”
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we only meet in funerals – part 4
It’s been 5 years since Gian’s death. Ren quit his job the same year we last met. Robert had another kid. Jay finally got a girlfriend and married her right away. Adrian was just about to get married. He invited the boys and me to be his best men. As for me, I stayed atContinue reading “we only meet in funerals – part 4”
we only meet in funerals – part 3
The next week came and we met up as promised, but not the way we planned. Gian didn’t make it back home. He got into a car crash. Apparently, he fell asleep while driving. I should’ve insisted he stay and rest up. I feel like this was on me. His body was cremated and hisContinue reading “we only meet in funerals – part 3”
we only meet in funerals – part 2
2 years have passed. John passed way, leaving his wife and 2 kids. He died in a car crash. He was headed home. I remember when the boys and I said that we would see each other again when Mark died and that it wouldn’t take place in a funeral. I guess words are justContinue reading “we only meet in funerals – part 2”
we only meet in funerals – part 1
Today, I just got a bad news about my friend. He passed away. I knew him since high school. First year, actually. Apparently, his life long battle with diabetes finally got to him. Mark was one of my best friends within our circle. They were Mark, John, Jay, Ren, Gian, Bob and Adrian. We allContinue reading “we only meet in funerals – part 1”
you make me want to come inside the house
I’ve been in a staring contest with this guy on the house in front of us. The road and our front lawn are the only 2 things that separates us. He was sitting in a rocking chair in his house’s front porch. He was just staring at me even before I saw him. What isContinue reading “you make me want to come inside the house”
if you don’t want to talk i can respect that
The night was cold and late but Harold was wide awake. Nights turned morning for him and it was something he despised. He hated the night. It seemed endless for him. By the time he goes to sleep, the sun was just dawning. He has been like that for quite a while. He hasn’t seenContinue reading “if you don’t want to talk i can respect that”
highest in the room 