To Mt. Makiling’s Peak II, Alone
What scares us?
I want to take time to appreciate just how perfect Meryl’s home is in It’s Complicated (2009).
Choosing to view this film has proven to be extremely timely for two reasons. First, because the plot somehow resonates with the way my personal life is going. (You cannot judge me.) Second, because for the past few months I’ve been in a crisis: I have been contemplating on what my dream house would look like. (I think it’s very important to have a clear goal, so you can work for it better.) I want so many things and details; it’s so hard to reconcile all of them. So, a few minutes into the movie and that shot of the front of the house was all it took for my crisis to end. I literally paused the movie to gawk at it.
That woman in white, staring at her house, well, that’s basically me.
The night has settled in the way my body dents the mattress when I lay myself to sleep. Outside, the silence of the night becomes a constant melody as my ears hear nothing but the deep, steady lub-dub beneath my chest. I breathe in. I breathe out.
I put out my bedside lamp with a quick, almost inconspicuous click of a switch and darkness engulfs everything. I stare with eyes wide open at the space above me. I can’t really see anything but I know too well that I am staring at my ceiling. I know too well, too, that it is staring right back at me. The only thing between us is this space and the thorough absence of light.
Somewhere outside I hear a lizard clicking. A loud motorcycle passes by the road just outside and through my window a momentary glimmer of light flashes through my wall and disappears, leaving a hazy, quickly dissolving memory of a blinding brightness. I continue to stare through the dark. Nothing seems to stir. Nothing seems awake.
My eyes adjust by themselves and slowly I start to make out the whiteness of my ceiling. I make out the outline of my legs covered by a thin blanket and the frame of my window. I fix my gaze at the night sky which gradually reveals its stars, shining even with—or because of—the absence of light around it, swift and constant, steady as the lub-dub beneath my chest.
I fall asleep thinking that—despite all the distance, despite all the time—they come to us.
I’M DA NEXT TAYLOR SWIFT YO!
Just because I have no classes today. A little high, too.
(Taylor Swift, please don’t sue me.) I was tryna learn the chords for Fearless, but I found a good piano instrumental on YouTube so… #FEARLESSFRIDAY
Experimenting with water
15, 24, 32 :)
Love these questions!!!
15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?
24. What do you want right this second?
This person I’m dating to come over and we’d talk until the sun rises.
32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?
If by sex you mean make love, then yes.
With the high school gang, celebrating Aizel’s 25th! :) Yeah!
Photos by the ever lovely Kat Andrade!