Hymns from A Winged Archer

wanted to write alot of things since july… let me start of one by one (”,)

*July—–
God, when was the last time you played in the rain? prob’y a long time ago. Finally able to do it after a long wait as well. it feels so much like being a kid once again; something I haven’t been in a long time. Its simply one of those reminders that keeps me quite grounded to what I am and not trying to hurry things up. Just like the rain: no need to hurry it, it just comes down.
the great thing about the rain as well is that it cleans everything, at least to me, that is dirty. it cleanses the world so to speak. I guess that is why its so calming to watch the rain pour: because after that, we have a clean slate to work with.
hehehe, I remember that day, it was so bloody cold but I kept on asking everyone, anyone to join me outside, in the rain. at first, none came so I went lone wolf. god was it freezing. the sky was brownish and the raindrops were very very heavy. but I didnt give a damn… I played like it was the first time I ever did. then, slowly but surely, one by one they came out of the house as well to play in the streets. our neighbors were watching us, prob’ly criticizing us, but i didnt care, I was having fun. theyr just jealous cuz they couldn’t spare a moment in their brief life to let things down and not think of the consiquences.
*sigh*… its back to work for me.

July-August———————————

I was in Katipunan with my dad and tita to fetch justin infront of prince David condo. it was around 9pm then and my kuya still was no where to be found. anyways, I was minding my own biz when suddenly my tita shouted. She said to get out of the car and help out the kitten that was hit by some idiot. There I saw this creature, crawling for all its worth to the side of the street with half of its body “flattened” by some driver who couldnt care less. I ran out and feared the worst. I held this kitten in my arms and scrambled on what to do, wilst at the same time cursing the man behind the wheel. my kuya finally arrived and I placed the kitten on my lap, hoping to god that she would at least make it thru the night. The kitten looked into my eyes, and I can see sorrow, pain and fear, all of which are reflections of my own sentiments. midway thru our journey, the body became limp and lifeless. I dont’ know how many times I cussed and wished so many ill things, why not let the kitten live or something like that. but on one of those rare occassions, my father did say something that moved me: better the kitten died young in the arms of someone who cared than live a lifetime of pain and mizery.

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I guess the next time I write back would be sometime around X-mas na…. till then, (”,)