I'm writing to you like you're reading this directly, and like I'm telling you this directly....out of the million questions I want to ask, right now, its only this..
what's it like, being where you are?
I started this blog thinking I would be happy just being your phantom....but then every presence craves to take form, every apparition longs to be acknowledged.
what's it like, being where you are?
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do you really want to know? madaming tanga dito...
-con
Where I am and where I think I will always be is LIMBO. Not anywhere, nor nearly somewhere but just here and there. Pieces of me scattered or unravelled. I am on the edge of time, frozen and immobile. I am waiting to exhale...
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