Sidewalk Secrets

Come—
Sit with me
On the pavement of
My wishful thinking.
As drops of
Melancholic reveries
Fall upon our heads,
Join me in marveling
At the beauteous sky,
Imprints of our converging destinies
Making it even more mesmerizing.

This moment we share puts all romantic litanies
To shame.
No words are necessary.

XOXO.

A writeup written for Emerson Reyes' video installation.

photo by JM Villaflor

Each person has at least a page to fill. 


To fill with hopes and dreams,
with plans to set in motion.
To fill with lines of promises,
reasons and explanations.
To fill with X's and O's.


You are the X.
The exact opposite of what is deemed
good for me, of what
I need to survive.
The extreme pain one feels
upon realizing loss
or defeat.
Yet I have never yearned 
this strongly
for something
before.


I am the O.
The origin of thought, of magic,
and of silence.
The openly-worn heart on one's sleeve
for the entire world 
to witness.
The opportunity to be seized,
free from shame and regret.


Each person has at least a page to fill.


- Feb 13, 2010 - 
- 1:53 PM -