sabriexpergo

[sabriexpergo]

“love, what’s cornelia street?”

taimtim kong binabasa ang nakatala sa bawat pahina kasabay ng nagpapatakang luha. ang sakit naman nito— pabulong kong dinaing, na sa kabila ng pag-singhot ko nang palihim ay isang pigurang pinapakinggan na pala ako mula sa aking likuran ang aking madadatnan. and when i looked back, everything flashed fervently.

fear rushed in. silently staying in a casual tone of the wind, wondering where I would be taken to. blizzard-like drops of rain fall through, and left me thinking— where will I be when you walk away? 

hold my hand as we reach the downside of life, and walk back upwards— not letting go of what’s not at once, teared apart. let this place be our time capsule for everything it composed, and not a fragment of something we would call an “almost.”

tila ba’y nagising ako mula sa pagkabangungot— nakatulala sa takot. unconsciously, i threw what i was reading at niyakap ng mahigpit ang pigurang kanina’t akin lamang tinatanaw. humihikbi man, pero hindi ko napigilan.

dito ka lang? inda ko. dito lang ako. pagtahan niya.

[sabriexpergo]

great source of elation was once found in you. jubilation and glee is what we perceived while we're in each others warm and cozy arms, mouthing a tremendous "i love you" following by a saccharine and tender kiss from each others velvety and cherry colored like lips. adoring each momentous nanosecond of the two love-birds as they both reminisce the first days they bumped into each other.

it was a cold and catastrophic night for the young lass who cried in dreadful tears after witnessing an unspeakable and macabre event she unintentionally headed in to. profoundly traumatized with what her eyes landed on to the following moments. quivering abhorrently as she wasn't in the state of consciousness. unable to speak words out from her small roundabout lips as abundantly, a lad came and liberated her inside the loathsome dwell she's currently in. noticing the charms and nostalgia in his astounding aura, no one wouldn't be astonished just by looking at his features.

ignorant and cold, wholesome, as he was described by many. nostalgic and wisful, that's how he's described by me. little did everyone know that the dense and illiterate person they have been seeing had a soft spot for a young lass whom he saved years ago. cold-hearted and blank looks could be seen through him but a pillow-like and mellow fondness we're behind those. embed with such distinct and nonchalant idiosyncrasy isn't it.

as i kept recalling those vibrant and memoroious scenes, i drawed and stomped myself near the window. while scrutinizing the gratifying and amusing panorama through the window, a bosom song was suddenly played behind. with a flamboyant and vivacious melody and rhythm, it surpisingly synchronized with the memory i'm currently reminicsing through. a pair of soft embellishments wrapped around my petite and fragile waist, making me jump out of nostalgia as i already knew who that person was.

[sabriexpergo]

winter has been a favorite season of mine; the snowflakes touching the cold grounds embedding the grayscale of the road white. I have always admired the ambiance of the beach— embracing the silence among the splashes of water on my feet, and the breeze of wind hugging my skin. but what could it mean if neither of them comes to light at once? life was never predictable nor emotionally friendly at all, on the other hand, the universe speaks for the latter. hence, a question had stopped me in my tracks; what if the waves of the sea meet a ground full of snowflakes in it? i ponder. 

they say snow on the beach was one of the weirdest phenomena to happen, but me? that's illecebrous. i never wondered what it would be like in love, until a pair of shoes walked towards where i stopped my tracks. you. one night, a few moons ago, my solivagant soul was wagging its footsteps to an unknown path, just to where it takes me, and you passed by suddenly. the stars watched me as my eyes twinkled the moment i laid it on you, just like the snow touching the cold grounds, i asked once again; can this be a real thing, can it?

never have I thought I would experience a forelsket— the euphoria when you are first falling in love— when something lovely was discovered by chance. falling in love with you at the same time as you were falling in love with me was the exact same moment from where i saw snow falling on the beach. in the depths of the beauty of love, i felt like i was under the aurora borealis since you came. you’ve shown me what a smile is like as if i won a contest, and my blurring periphery wouldn’t be a sort of worry, as i have you leading my ways without breaking the contact that led me to you.