In my mind there was a bird of seven colors, whose feathers gleamed as brilliant as precious metals and brilliant stones. It has long feathers, light and soft. It spreads its three long pairs of wings and it flew out of my mind.
Past my head, out of my brain, past the metal wall of the FX taxi, up to the sky and it is only I that see it.
You flew away and your long beautiful tail feathers sparkled at the bright orange setting sun. And you come back flying to me. And if birds smile, I think you did, yes, you did. And you retreated just a few feet away from me.
Unlike the mechanical nightingale, you are alive and you sang beautiful songs. And now you leave me.
At least I am not taking drugs.
Something running across my mind, there are all these ideas in my head. My ability to put ideas into words, I admit, is a bit limited.
When I was young, I know I am a bit weird. I tend to zone out. I still do. I have stories inside my head. It feels like I am hallucinating but I am not, sometimes, it feels unhealthy. It makes me happy.
Friends told me I should write. But what do they know? I still doubt my ability.
I do not like waste.
I just finished a short story. It’s my girlfriends favorite. It made her cry when she first read it. I dunno, I still have doubts but…
But I am finally doing it. I am gonna work hard for this. Come what may, I will have no regrets.
I knew I should try and I am trying. If all else fails, the claws of the corporate world awaits and there is always the BPO industry… for now.
lam mo yan, sana kzng brilliant ng mind mo yung mind q..Ü i really like the way you write. sana may ganyan rin aqng talent…Ü post ka lang ng post at mag co comment aq lage ng bongga..Ü taking care…Ü