Far Away
During the height of Frank’s wrath, I was busy imagining myself finding lasting happiness at last.
The weekend gave rise to the bizarre situation where I was in love in the middle of the storm and left in misery just as soon as the storm has passed.
I mean, it should have been the other way around.
Maybe Frank gave me the frank-ness that I needed in order to say the things I had to say. He was in the pacific ocean when I began wading through the waves of infatuation. He was ravaging the philippine sea and i was being consumed by the desire to confess. He was sinking ships in the sibuyan sea and I was offering myself up completely. Alas, he was near manila bay as I thought of her the entire sunday.
Suddenly negotiations broke down. I was left by myself once more and Frank, internationally known as Fengshen, was well on his way towards the south china sea.
The storm is so far away.
drown me. I wish to drown myself. But i must keep on living. Man, too many storms have come and gone.
Heartbreaks are not anomalies anymore. But me being cool about it is definitely anomalous.
You should consider me again. I might have been good. 
