fourteen hours down memory lane .

silence...

roads, names, places in my time. songs. messages from distant worlds. entriess from four journals, no five.

there were only three itineraries for the day: pick up my fifth heart from the light of the world;
pick up new things that can be had for my life; pick up and bring back things in the past so that my life transfer to a new home.

here. now. my fifth heart and i took a very short drive home. a gift of yugi-yo cards. the exchange of gift by hearts. a treasure for a treasure. as i had wanted it to be. first itinerary accomplished.

a drive thru. a phone call. a request to call a bank. a character in a movie. the dentist's mother. a person without faith on her son. an sms msg. near greenbelt not at greenbelt.

traveled edsa near guadalupe. an exchange of sms msgs. a person who brought me pain many a times is the one still faithless in me. a song in my head a whiter shade of pale. i confirmed my blind faith on another. my heart was torn. edsa, the highway where, i, for now, parted ways with a friend i have slain in the heart. a fourth heart once turned away to save from myself. and, now, again.

cubao. near alimall, a former home unacknowledged. two banks, no three. the first a grade school account transferred here. a short-life saving long ago closed and a revived business account invested by the foot of a distant mountain. an sms msg. a msg form tinkerbell to "peter". the second and third banks a gateway to a painful dark corner of my past - a memory of a strayed cat i once cared for and loved in an unacknowledged home. a second heart.

e. rod. ave. st. lukes. st. lukis-lukis. banawe a route to a school. espana chilhood labors as a delivery "man". helen still so faraway from troy. yet faraway from my sunrise.

another name for UDMC? a strange beautiful melody and Yvilines of St.Forget .traveled the streets of my childhood. mts. mayon and kanlaon. a story of a school and a church of our lady. six-am daily masses. an innocent blind faith. an early rite of passage.

thinking of aquariums- cylindrical glass pillars. broken memories of broken glasses. through another song by annie lenox i walk. a lamentful passage from the Book of Job. First heart. Transported back to a forgotten dimension. Araneta Ave, Astral Bldg. Located infront of Funeraria Nacional . I stared death blindly in the face. My hell-hole home. The first and third embraced while dancing on my already trampled heart. The flight of the hatched monsters. The twin names of one serpent. head swallowed tail to stay as one as one being is split in half. the ascent of abaddon from his hell-hole.

a line from a very funny movie - memories bring pain. to forget is a blessing - Two happy songs: Kung-Fu fighting; Do the Hustle. There was in the first but i came to do the second.

crafts and and brick a bracks. glass pillars sighted but smaller. walked passed by all of them humming tunes. candle holders. then a song in my head, autumn leaves. somewhere in a glass articles shop a tinkling of bells. more autumn leaves. bowls of designs. a bowl in violet. a twin of twin geckos with twin tails. a world of duality. dualities within dualities within dualities. an exponential jargon of the universe. a dichotomy of thoughts. a small treasure chest sits on a bigger one. a deliberation on mirror mosaic set on a white door with rusty hinges. hagglings. a phone call. no deal.

gold stars, moons and suns on a blue field. tiles and plates . . .

TBC

fourteen hours down memory lane
a lifetime journey, a very short trip
the story of my soul told by my heart
a story told to no one but to my life

to you
to me

this is my world
a world i create just for you
for you and i are one
for you and i are the same
for there is no you and i
because there is no you and i
because here
there is no you
and here
there is no i