I reunited with my book!
Two years ago, I left this book somewhere in Intramuros because I love the idea of bookcrossing.
Guess what!!! A week ago, a friend called and told me that she found my book somewhere in Intramuros din! I got so curious about the book because she told me that there are scribbles written on the pages so I told her to bring it back to me and tadaaaaaa! These are some scribbles written on the book, there are a lot more tho and some are looking for textmates. I never ever thought about crossing path with this book again but look! I love its broken spine, folded and tan pages and I think I should go leave this book somewhere again so that Tom Sawyer could continue his adventures. How cool is that? 🙊Sorry but this is like magic to me! 😂
The letter I wrote for the reader
Notes from the reader
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every time my hands get cold and pale
nanay used to hold my hands
So, every time nanay’s hands get cold,
I learned to do the same.
Exactly during the cold rainy night of August
We were in a place surrounded by wonderland of clean sterile environment that smells strongly like cheap disinfectant
It was midnight,
I sat on one of the two chairs beside the bed
I noticed something, she doesn’t look okay.
nanay’s hands got so cold.
Soooo cold that it made everyone
come rushing into her room.
My hands were cold.
I was not frightened nor I was afraid.
What I felt was beyond mere nouns.
I froze for a moment.
What went wrong??
I tried to hold her hands
for a few seconds,
for a few minutes,
for almost an hour
but that night was different,
nanay’s hand stayed cold for a long time.
I realized that her hands can get even colder.
and that night,
I realized that
I’ll never again,
feel nanay’s warmth.
I miss my grandma.
Isn’t life strange?
No one has any idea what to do with it, not really.
They know what they ‘should’ do with it bases on what society or people around say.
Fall in love but not too often
Travel the world but not for too long, you have a career
Make money, but not too much that you forget who you are
Be kind, but not so kind that you are taken advantage of
Be strong but not stronger than someone ranked higher than you
Trust people but not everyone
There are so many things people get told on how to live their own lives by other people. But maybe we should accept life for what it is.
Days that air is in our lungs,
A heart that still beats and
A mind that still wonders about the things we don’t know about.
Life is strange,
but it’s incredibly wonderful that we are given it.
“I always loved
I loved the feel of water rippling against my body until I found the worst way was to be scared of drowning.”
Read an article this morning and I kinda like to write about it.
To think of you.
I always find you
wandering my thoughts,
what do you look for
in the corners of my mind?
Doesn’t it scare you
that all you find is you,
and my chaotic thoughts.
I like to think about the things
That I want to keep
To think of you.
Image source: Thinking About You by Kumi Muttu
I never knew their names,
my companion stars.
but i was familiar with their comfort.
i’d squint at those little lights,
winking in sympathetic synchronization,
until my eyes,
blurry with a thousand tears,
began to cross
and then closed
taking me into sleep.
In my dreams,
I was free really free.
Here, nothing could touch me.
I was gliding,
high above the ancient knotted trees
of castle courtyard,
with cool wind blowing in my face.
I felt safer.
I felt braver.