another 160 characters.

Perhaps I wasn't expecting to see more of these, I guess I was wrong then. I found more of my 160 characters; some faithfully rewritten more than half a decade ago, some I saw again from old journals that I haven't read in a lifetime, some were collecting electronic dust in an old sim card, some are words that I know would never get sent and some recent ones I wrote for ghosts and perhaps for myself.

even this far i can see you, the evening wind making you cold, making me miss you like 7 years ago, wishing i had eight arms to hold you and to keep you warm.

before sleep comes,before tiredness wins and before i seek the refuge of sleep,i think of you;your voice,your hair,your skin and let all of you cover over me.

life, at the moment, is waking up in the morning, alone on a cold strange bed, and finding daisies printed on my pillow and missing all of you and your warmth.

have lost & found myself in them. have burned their images in my mind. have made love loving them. perhaps they're closed now, can i,may i kiss them open again?

you know, i would kill for a kiss, a single french kiss from you; and I'll massacre for a naked hug along with that kiss; a genocide if we could make love.

remember rain,remember you.remember oceans,remember you.remember blue mornings,remember you.remember summer afternoons,remember you.remember me,remember you.

no chance for sleep, only trying to ignore the deep want that i was there watching over you. i tried the tv, and saw us there, our lives two movies in a row.

and i'll hold you as i want you;hold me as you want me and we'll slowdance in the music of our warmth,together after for so long, our souls can make love again.

somewhere between naga and the thought of home; between this place and that time, the expected and the not; with only you in my mind together with our escapes.

yes, change; always as a wind, scentless and with clouds, formless and of all shapes. yes, a change is coming; cold troubled air molecules troubling karmas.

an empty house is a cold companion even with cable tv, and i sudden feel more older today, as i kept looking for you as the channels flash on by.

i remember our adobo dinners held like celebrations in different plates and zip codes and how we ate our dinners with each other in our minds and tongues.