It’s exactly 00:30 and I’m craving for the bitter-sweet taste of my Friday night water. I’m referring to the taste of alcohol, and coffee for my Friday-late-night-meal dessert. Unfortunately, one month of being alcohol-free, my brain cells haven’t risen from the dead yet. They are supposed to be zombified after a week of being clean. Consequently, I’m burning my ass on this chair, straining my eyes on the computer screen, and meditating for my brain cells’ salvation.
As of now, I can think of nothing but two people who engraved an art on my “mind”. You know what I mean by “mind”. These two beings are my left and right. You might be wondering what does that mean. Call me asshole, tarantado, or anything that suits it. Yes, “left and right” is similar to “two timing”. But before you react, there’s no commitment between me and left, and me and right. Nowadays, with that kind of relationship we call it “fling”. Our status is we’re friends, a little bit higher but not to the extent of “friends with benefits”. It’s hard to explain. In our dialect it’s somewhat nagsasama dahil may pinagsamahan. Or simply there’s something “special”.
These two souls are not just “left and right”. They’re “Fire and Brimstone”. Fire and brimstone is another term for “hell”. I read it once or twice in a thesaurus before. Why fire and brimstone? Both of them burned my emotions like hell. But I’ve been through hell before I met them. It hurts though.
Fire: it’s because of the attitude. It’s somewhere between friendliness and lower than hostile.
Brimstone: this soul’s identity is in this word.
Both of them always belong to someone else… I had them so many times but some how I want more…
Why am I writing something about this two? Move-on daw beh!
6/29/2007
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