Waking up at wee hours either to write or make calls, working twelve hour shifts and still writing in between is not a joke.amidst all this, i am a full time mom (and dad). one of them even said "kangkong na may bagoong" and other vegetables to fatten me up. a couple of nights ago, about three people told me i needed to eat.
Meals are forgotten and having a day with nothing to do is quite impossible.i have lost a considerable amount of weight and have dark circles under my eyes. sleeping for more than four and a half hours is now a luxury. Lately, being superwoman and the energizer bunny has started to take its toll on me. Perhaps it has been too much from the beginningįor we can never force something on somebody who never wanted it from the start. Was it too much to ask for but a few hours in those 50 days?įor even in her sleep she calls out your name
Yet countless days i have spent covering up and making stories that are far from reality.Ĭountless nights have i spent wiping tears and assuring that i alone was enough.ĥ0 days have passed, thrice she has seen you but it has never been enough.ĥ0 days past and it is crystal that you have time to invest in the company of others, yet not hers.ĥ0 days past with you giving warm embraces to everybody but her. straight on you walked.ĥ0 days i have tried to let you know that she needs you, hoping that it would appeal to the better person in you.ĥ0 days i tried to reach out, to bridge what is left of the connection between flesh and blood, Indeed today is indeed one of those days.ĥ0 days past, no more no less since i watched you walking away from behind bars, calling out your name yet eliciting no reaction. Why do we constantly set ourselves up for disappointment? do we never really learn or does the heart simply not grow weary?Ĭountless are the times that i have gotten my hopes raised high only to have them crushed into a millions of minute pieces and trampled upon.
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