Hot and Lazy

Today is no different. I still wake up to find the sun pouring in on my window -- a hint of the awfully hot and lazy afternoon ahead.

Wondering what to do next is my least favorite thing to do this summer, aside from nothing. The problem with doing nothing is you'll never know when you're through. So I sit on my chair, fantasizing about eating halo-halo and choco peanut ice cream, wishing for rain, and overcoming the urge to stick my head in the freezer. Haha, silly me. Must be the heat.

Several long and uneventful hours later, (I could have sworn a while ago the clock's fingers were not moving at all) the sun starts its slow motion fall. I don't know why, but I prefer the stillness of the night. The hours continue to crawl as I strum my guitar, read a book, watch television, play mp3s and wait for the dawn.

ddd

Today is no different. I'm back in my room, facing the pitch-black ceiling, and thinking of what will happen later. But I reckon I'll worry about that when I wake up, as my eyes refuse to stay open anymore.

Frailty

My body is on fire, yet the slightest touch of zephyr makes me shiver. Solitude borrows my skin. And at these times, I crave for nothing but the warmth of your embrace.

Breathing becomes a difficult task, but I don't really mind. Though I'm not a dying man, I'm half alive just the same. I can hardly breathe, I long for air. But I long for you more than anything else.
Every part of me aches. Every vein, every sinew, every nerve needs relief. I've got blue rings beneath my eyes -- sleep is a rare luxury. My bones are weary, and my heart whispers your name. But it's okay, I understand. Don't worry. Just a simple thought of you makes me smile and gets me through -- every single day.

When the next breeze comes along, this sheer blanket will do.

The Nearness of You

I’m thinking of moving out. I’m thinking of on-campus dormitories, lots of trees and grasses, and air. I’m thinking of breezy summer nights, and leisurely walks. I’m thinking of you.
I’m starting to abhor this place. I get no comfort here. When I try to sleep, I lie awake. Exhaustion precedes my dreams. I’m tired of the smell of burnt pavements and scorching nights. I can’t take the heat.
Oh, the nearness of you. You live just a couple of blocks away. But it feels like miles and miles of endless road. I need to get further, somewhere far from you. These thoughts weaken me; I’m ready to see you in my dreams.

The more I’m away from you, the more I long to be by your side.

Pull me out of this self-exile.