Clap.

My life is a segway.
A mortal trek into a previously
known space. I am
the alpha test
before the expedition.
The ragged line before
the gunshot, the
sweat, and the finish line.
I am your stunt
double, the ass-mooning
choker. Guilty of
warm embraces, I tend to
abuse the first-person.
I am the antedecent
of myself.
I am a preview.

for Hawk without the Y.

ilong, matangkad, Ga, I, Ka.

translated to English,
Nostalgic.

eherm.
korniness.
eherm.

i've just now browsed through my old write-ups still stored here in our computer.
dating to almost three years ago.
syet.
Third year na pala ako.

most of my entries surprised me. not only were they disgustingly ridden with typos, but they also were about stupid things.
things i wouldn't at present even think of writing about.
Kalai days.

puro mga pagkakamali.
puro mga napagtantong katangahan.

those were collections of words masquerading as write-ups masquerading as art.
God, i'll be laughing at this tomorrow.

i read them.
i am ashamed.

immediately afterwards, i sent some messages.
typed up some mobile texts.
and, yeah.

i'm sorry for a lot of things. for all the atrocious stupidities i've ever done or said. this is a very foolish way to say this, but.
i seek forgivessness for the cockiness i've ever showed just to alleviate my shame.
i can't bear to think about it.
scars are always left when knives of lies cut through a budding friendship.
and i accept that.

really, i'm sorry.

and i throw the ball to fate.
stumble and reach this page.
hopefully.