"tagay", sambit ni dino.
"isa pa ka round", matod pang nelbin.
"di na ko, goods nako", tua ra si edon.
in that fleeting but very real moment of us collectively traversing the world of spirits, and transcending the limited possibilities of reality by the intrusion of the beautiful poison of choice, we have practically become brothers.
memories, they say, can be very deceiving. sometimes, when your life is practically reduced to shit and you have nothing else to cling on to but the blissful recollections of the past and the nonchalance of life, you will think of happiness that was effortless, the temporariness of sadness, and the constant promise of love.
and when this juxtaposition ensues, your lips can only curl to form a genuine smile, and you know that even when the world has broken your heart and spirit, you can still be happy.