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For an hour, I stared at the screen with only 3 sentences typed. I feared that I am having a writer’s clog again. I opened my folder of old writings just to pass the time while my mind is still debating over posting a poem or an essay. The pieces traced back to two years and I must admit most of them, I simply forgot that I even wrote them. Well to put it more accurately, I forgot that I was able to write them. Thoughts that were woven to words like paint on a canvas, I saw a whole gallery of my life experiences. As I read through various works, I laughed, felt a little heartache, wonder why I wrote it and mostly I was pleased. I saw my personal growth with each of my writings. They reflect my opinion about love; work, relationships and the everyday routine I was experiencing back then. I must say, I put them aptly on paper. They say the eyes are the windows of the soul but I think people nowadays can deceive you by the way they look, speak and act. However, writing connotes a different medium. While emotions can be masked, if a person would really take time, he can catch a glimpse of the real persona of the writer. As I continuously write, I impart a little of myself to my readers. It has been a wondrous and trying journey for me as I pen an idea that was born in my head while riding the train, watching passersby, eating my favorite cereal or daydreaming about travelling to the Himalayas. New York City is the perfect muse for me. In the city that never sleeps, I am sure that there will be more than a million little words that I could write to the enjoyment, amusement or even disagreeing taste of readers all over the net. Let’s not forget my fulfillment as a self- proclaimed writer.
In my essays, prose and poetry
I can be a lost person inside
A child in search of a lost toy
Jealous lover, forgiving friend
An opinionated hypocrite
Frustrated dreamer of world peace
Ambassador of provoking thoughts
Unsatisfied human being
A gentle yet gutsy woman
True friend and a nasty foe
Coward with a lion’s heart
In my essays, prose and poetry
My readers can be believers
That in our loss, we can find lessons
To avoid mistakes and still do them
Love ourselves while we aim to be better
That it is alright to be rude when needed
Unforgiving rather than fake a mended bridge
Aspire for equality and think that each gender
Have their perks and advantages
Loners who can find completeness one day
To all my readers of four years
Thank you so much
For pushing me to write
And believe that you actually
Care to read them in your precious spare time J
June 12, 2008
Dear Kitty Cat,
Today I walked on the Brooklyn Bridge. A crazy thought just popped in my head; urged me to “travel” from Manhattan to Brooklyn. The scorching heat did not bother me since my forehead was already crisp from last weekend’s events. I stopped in the middle of bridge to catch my breath and to buy that $2 water from a guy with gray eyes. We had small talk and I suggested that he moved his spot closer to Manhattan since the other vendor sold out all his water bottles. Kitty, it is nice to exchange pleasantries with people you exactly don’t know. There’s a very slim possibility that I will see that man again.
I sat under the shade of the cable wires and peeked through the slits; cars and cabs were doing a drag race. I wonder if I would still be able to drive? It has been a long time since I steered the wheel. I miss driving. I used to drive so fast Kitty. Nowadays, I take the subway but it’s cool with me. It gets me to places. Anyway, I finished my trek and headed towards the park to rest. I like parks Kitty. They are the best environment to observe people. I do that most of the time and my brain are on rollerblades, skating so fast to integrate information. You do that too Kitty and I always get the feeling, you see through me. The bench was cozy, just right for me to sit and still have room for my backpack. I know it is a bad habit but I like organizing things in my bag in public. Well, at least I don’t take out a tampon or a butterfly knife. The young couple glanced at me with a weird look then proceeded to eat each other’s tonsils. When I finished my task, I realized I was sitting next to an old Chinese Lady. I smiled at her and said hello. She smiled and looked away. Kitty, I suddenly felt sad. The lady looked at something that seem so far away. I wonder what was she thinking or who is she thinking. There was loneliness in her eyes and I made a pledge that I will, as much as possible carry joy until I grow old. The old lady realized I was staring at her. I paused expecting to be scolded but she said something. Unfortunately, it was a language I could not understand. I just smiled and continued to look for more subjects.
Precisely at 4:56, a gay guy sat in front of me. He was gorgeous and has impeccable taste in clothes. I shifted my gaze to his portfolio and Micheal Korrs made it. I like that brand Kitty, I have two pairs of shoes by him. He made a phone call to some guy, I guess. It sounded like a date because he mentioned a place. I think he was happy because he smiled while putting away his IPhone. Honestly, I like to see people who are happy. If I have a superpower, I would create a park where lonely people can visit and feel loved. I will take you there too Kitty, because you need to learn more about the world outside your litter box.
I need to end this missive; therefore I conclude that life is like a bridge. It always has a starting point and finish line. However, what’s great about it, we can have numerous starting points and can always cross the bridge whether it is difficult or easy to tread on. I like bridges. I think I’ll go again this week.
Sleep tight,
H
When I finished school. I though that I had a definition in this world. I was made to believe that my mask was transparent that I can convince others that they see the authentic being infront of them. Little did I know that I would just be passing, failing over and over again until I would eventually question myself, ‘Who am I?’ As my face changed so did my masks. I learned that I can never fully figure out who I am and that reading self- help books would not do either.
I am not miserable but I wail when I fail.
I am opinionated but admit I am also hypocritical.
I am independent but I am afraid of dying alone.
I am forgiving but I am not forgetful.
I am confident but I am also diffident
I am
..still the greatest puzzle I have yet to solve
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