Lost Again

It was an awful night.

Not tonight. The night I was invited to the Ice Cold party.

The night before I left for Manila.

Yes, the night before I missed that morning flight.


It's a chicken-or-egg thing.

Was it the overwhelming feelings that brought about the beer indulgence? Or, was it the other way round?

Either way, it is a vicious cycle. Isn't it?


Did I say too much that night?

Have I felt too much?

I don't even know what I'm really feeling anymore. The visions in my head, all the events in the recent weeks, blur me.

What's sad is that some things, while I'm glad I said them, cannot be taken back.

What's even sadder? That I might have lost you. Even as a friend.


The clock ticks.

And the deadline draws nigh.