My Life Is A Drama, I Know. But Do You?
Monday, March 19th, 2007My life is a drama, I know. But do you? If you happen to know about it then that would make you a "pakialamero". And if you happen to know more about it then that would qualify you to be a "showbiz reporter". Got that? Clad in her exquisitively green spaghetti-strapped blouse, I can’t help but fonder in her presence. As everything ceases to exist in front me, my plea for retribution is what remains of me. Enough of her and more about me as if I have the license to brag. It really is uncalled for what kind of topic I’m trying to initialize here. Just filling up the empty spaces that has been the effect of a writer’s block. Your words hit me hard like a Piledriver followed by a German Suplex through the mat then a Russian Leg Sweep. What was the words that she had uttered that send me reeling off my feet? Ahhh…mmm…. I guess I forgot it already because now I’m suffering from a short-term memory loss. The pain keeps coming back but my healing factor is kicking in. Clotting the wounds. Healing the scars. Coldening the heart. "My cabesa is made of adamantium." Neither you nor anyone else can telepathically link to me. Not even Yuri. Not even the bald-headed guy who’s in his wheelchair. Not even HER. Yet I keep on hearing screams, yells and shrieks. Until I came to the realization that it was my own….All those hearsay that I received from my other personalities that she’s going to leave me. I don’t believe it unless I hear it from you. I thought tears were colorless and salty but why is mine, red and ahhh…tasty? A foregoing shadow rushes in at my door. Her silhouette. My life is a drama, I know. But with her by my side makes it a little romantic.
