through the looking glass, and other writings

sinimulan kong magbasang muli ng mga aklat sa aking munting aklatan... marami pa pala akong hindi pa nababasa sa mga ito, at mahirap magbasa ng kaunting oras lang ang kaya mo; lalo na kapag mayroon kang hanap-buhay, at ang mumunting oras na natitira sa araw mo ay mas gugustuhin mong gamitin sa pagpapahinga... pero, ginugugol ko ang aking oras sa pagbabasa ng mga aklat na hindi ko pa nababasa, katulad na lamang ng isang aklat na nabili ko sa Dia del Libro noong 23 Abril...

after a long, long time...

this is my first blog post after almost three years... never knew that i would ever need it, to be honest... but, i have promised to myself that i would be more attentive and create an outlet for my creative juices and sparks of ideas...

here is the first poem i wrote after a long time of hiatus...

Parallax

No one man thinks that

everything would be possible,

fear always creeps in,

making you lose focus,

ambition, sanity; even life

is not safe from the blackness

of terror, its icy grip always

closes in and reaches for

your heart, numbing every

little action, every muscle

in your body, leaving you

paralyzed and weak, staring

in disbelief at your own

figment of dark imagination.

- For little Enzo