Hi!
Hello!
How are you?
Too many greetings
too much intimacy
Yet few are real…
Everything else remains a mystery
Unseen
Untouched
Still a fantasy.
April 15, 2002 - morning The date here represents the time this poem of mine was created. I still can remember that sunny April morning when i was about to rise up from bed and felt a tiny indifference within me when this thought arouse. I hurriedly scribbled it in my mobile phone (which by the way lay beside me every night) after which i then transfered it to my petite but great (almost full ) yearly planner note pad... and gets posted here just now... yun lang po, salamat.