LYRICAL ESSAYS
*Sense of SMELL
December, 20**
The fabric conditioner still lingers to every strand of the hanky you gave to me as a gift, in exchange of mine. Simple yet symbolical. With your red-themed clothing matched with a purple pig in your hands, I didn't know that it would be the last I'll ever hold you close.
https://www.google.com.ph/search?q=walking+away+pictures&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwia45aCj4raAhXGGpQKHSc0D54Q_AUoAXoECAAQAw&biw=1366&bih=647#imgrc=sJ9j4FykL6mhcM:
August, 20**
It was a fine day with a little drizzle. Officially a year after him, then I saw you. My young heart fluttered as you remove your thin-rimmed eyeglasses; everything was in slow motion. You looked so ethereal that I didn't notice my feet walking towards a masterpiece. I thought your aroma will be like 'typical man smell' but no, the redolence of you smells like home.
*Sense of TOUCH
Summer, 20**
Young and stupid me, I was only five that time. I remember having a wound on my left knee, I thought it already healed ...but I was wrong. Having fun with the pool slide, and being small and dumb, I landed first on my knee. My wound opened, exposing the whitish flesh and almost the knee cap of my thin legs. I didn't cry nor smile that time; thinking of that moment while writing this made me wonder ... why I didn't cry like a 'normal' kid would do.
*Sense of HEARING
"Stay for tonight
If you want to, I can show you
What my dreams are made of
As I'm dreaming of your face
I've been away for a long time
Such a long time
And I miss you there
I can't imagine being anywhere else
I can't imagine being anywhere else but here ..."
-James Dean & Audrey Hepburn by Sleeping with Sirens
Hearing your voice in a short recording from our call ... it's fun, it's a stress-relief. I honestly don't know you personally, but your sweet voice rings in my head every time my phone blasts the first words ... 'stay' and all these years, I stayed waiting for your voice.
https://www.google.com.ph/search?biw=1366&bih=647&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=cgO5Wob9BYSy0gSS7o7oBQ&q=call+screenshot+unnamed&oq=call+screenshot+unnamed&gs_l=psy-ab.3...38202.40566.0.40824.8.8.0.0.0.0.226.920.0j5j1.6.0....0...1c.1.64.psy-ab..2.1.223...0j0i30k1j0i5i30k1.0.Sg8lxMsAvVY#imgrc=mtDPNVjE7lbidM:
*Sense of TASTE
Layered. Filled. Absolute heaven.
My life's layered, full of layers. Penetrate one and another one will be unmasked.
Filled, with all the people staying and supporting me, I am filled with love and affection.
Heaven, do I still need to explain what heaven is?
*Sense of SIGHT
The festivity is in the air, summer air rather. Sun shines brightly but the air kisses everyone's skin so light. Laughter is the background music that soothes everyone's stress and distress. This blue and white colored triangles hangs and flows like everyone should be, worry-less.
