The universe just placed us there- in that place, at that exact time.

The rest, was us.

A Family of Disappointments

Universe is an old man with a crooked nose and a scar along his face from all the battles he’s fought. His back ’s hunched up in a grumpy looking manner, and in between his teeth there never is a day without a cigarette. Every morning he frowns at the papers with headlines screaming to his face about the complaints of mankind. He is a husband to a working mom- Nature.

She used to be so kind to everyone, always baked cookies for the neighbors. Just a knock and you’ll see her gleeful smile and radiant beauty. My, my..she used to look so wonderful..until the day she started losing her trees and her animals started dyinng and the world turned against her.

Now she releases her wrath on almost everyone-the old and the young, the innocent and the evil. Oh poor Nature had to mourn the death of her creations. And she has never been the same since.

It’s 2:00.

The Universe is smoking cigars at an unknown galaxy, stressed about every complaint and curses he’s been hearing from all around the world while his wife, Nature picks up the kids.

She first went to a music studio where Destiny is learning how to play to the symphonies of right timing and right pairings. She’s the little brat of the family who thinks she’s got it all. She screws everyone up because she still can’t get the perfect rhythm. Her violin can only make a cacophany of disastrous noise.

Nature gets angry all the time and shakes off her fury by sending storms down below. One time, Destiny tried to play the sweet melody of love. She played to Romeo and Juliet then she got lost and the story turned into a tragedy. So Nature sent down a storm that burned like ice. Each time Destiny screws up, her mom grounds her thus she is unable to correct her mistakes.

Nature is always moody whenever Destiny is with her instrument.

Destiny’s four-eyed brother, Faith, is also a disappointment. He’s just too young and too shy and too timid. No matter how many years of training he goes under, his skills in archery are truly poor together with his eyesight. He tries his hardest to strike the hearts of the evil but in his lifetime, he has only hit a few. That is why in this world, Faith is a slowly fading footprint.

The only one in the family that everyone relies on is Miracle-young girl with pretty blue eyes and dark brown curls that blend so perfectly with her fair skin and cherry blossom cheeks. Ever since she attended culinary classes, she’s been cooking up some real delight.

She’s made the masses believe beyond what the world offers. She has made Frankenstein’s science into reality and she has turned impossibilities to possibilities and she helped the world survive countless decades of a disease spreading- a kind of virus that infiltrates the mind and poisons it, taking away humanity. Miracle is the greatest among them..yet she is always sick. It is only prayers that can cure her. And if Faith can’t master archery, then the world will continue to be deaf to Miracle’s pleads. And if Destiny can’t create beautiful endings for everyone, Nature will keep getting angry. Thus the people will suffer and blame it all on Universe.

This is a family of disappointments.

I let down my hair for the wrong prince..

..and he stole me.

Why is it that life teaches us to run so fast before it can ever slow down. So that on the days when we finally get the hang of it, life ruins us. We trample. We crash. We burn.

I am not your Cinderella. I don’t fit the shoe. But you loved me anyway. Because like Sleeping Beauty, I was a maiden stuck in my dreams, never to  be touched by reality, and never to be messed with by nightmares of horrible creatures. But you showed me the beauty of the world. You let me take a bite of the apple..like Snow White did. You watched me sink my teeth into the vast impossibilities of the universe before you told me it all contained poison. YOU LIAR.

And when I realized my stupidities, you watched me wrap myself in fear and lock myself up in the tower. Then you called upon me. “Oh fair damsel of the wretched tower, let down your hair for I shall show you the stars tonight.”

For all we thought it was a night of valor… I let you in… but you left right after I fell. YOU CHEATER.

And so now outside my castle is a dragon for one to be brave enough to defeat. But more importantly, it protects me from all the unworthy knights of your kind. Please dear one, I am fragile and I can only take so little cracks before my mind tells me to grab the blade.

All love ever did was break and burn and end.

So dear love who claims he can love me more, will you slay the dragon, will you save me- a damsel in distress?

The smile of a weeper

I cry because whenever words seem to fail and all hope is lost and gone, just sitting down in one corner and crying my eyes out seems to be the best option.

I cry to make the you understand that I am hurt. And that I am at an edge of a cliff..and at the bottom of the cliff is an ocean of incurable misery just waiting to swallow whats rest of the soul that used to be filled with so much glee.

I cry because on the days life offers me a series of paths, only tears can comprehend the agony of choosing the wrong way. I cry when my mind is too full of chaos that nothing else in this universe can cure all the pain and sadness. I cry all the time because when words fail and actions do further damage, only the weeps of a little damsel can make a difference.

I cry because after I cry, I wipe away the tears..And it is that moment when I shrug off the worries and wipe away my tears do I become stronger. I cry because after I cry, my eyes see clearer and my mind works better.

I cry because I know that in the end, once I get pass drowning from all the tears, it all leads to something good. And no smile is sweeter than the smile of one who has finished crying…one who is stronger than ever. the smile of a weeper.

Wont you come and jump with me? No?

Will you jump right after I jump?

Of course you won’t.

But will you catch me if I fall?

No. You clearly will not.

If on the days when the baby blue skies turn into the collision of red and orange to make the loneliest sunsets, will you sit by me and catch my tears? Will you stay up with me amidst all the sleepless nights and wish upon shooting stars and fall in love so stupidly that it makes the tragedy off Romeo and Juliet not so tragic at all?

Dear reader, the answer is NO. Because I am a rose grown with thorns and no prince will ever dare touch me for they know I will only cut straight through their flesh until my stems go crimson red…until I suck out the mighty voice in them and turn their lungs into a maze of shattered glass…

Will you run away? Like all the others? Will you take one look and leave?

But if you stay then oh sweet man, you must know.. I am a poison. Just a taste will rip the sanity off of your mind. Can you tame me?

And if you can…will you?

In me is a monster that will vaporize your existence. I am a curse. I wish only of innocence but hormones will not let me. And no one can ever save me from the fall.

Are you brave enough to love me?

Do you carry the sword that shall get you through the walls I have built for myself? Can your armor take all the hurt my words and actions can bring? In your mind, do you possess the wisdom of a man bowed down by the centuries of life’s pain.

If not..then walk away.

Darling, I am too fragile to break once more . But I will continue to search even if the last petal of me eventually meets its doom. Dear universe, who can ever be brave enough to love me with a love so true that the cosmos will finally conspire in my favor.

Promise.

Don’t say goodbye.. It’s not over yet. 

Were gonna build a bond so strong that no distance, not even light years, can vaporize. Baby, our love is gonna be so honest and true that not even time can screw us up. 

I love you. And this love will last until hell freezes over. Because I am yours and you are mine. And the universe will try to break us but only to make us stronger. I will take it all. 

I love you..

The ‘sky’ fell and I fell with it.

Let me make this simple. 

He cupped my face with both hands. I am at bliss. 

He stared into my eyes. My soul is lost.

Instead of a goodbye, he said the words “Don’t ever forget me.” And all the pieces of me shifted in a way that all the cracks seem to be filled with the sureness of his voice. 

Then he held my hand. And I felt the gush of a million feelings all at once.

Dear reader, what words could describe the courage and stupidity of a person who would challenge distance and test time only to prove that his “forever” is as real as the universe is infinite? Though he is not my galaxy, I believe he is my meteor who gave up his throne in the beautiful abode of heavenly bodies and fell to the earth only to crash and burn and see me smile. 

Like the perfect sunset, he comes so slow but leaves so fast…but you know that everyday he will come back, even if the skies get rough, he will never disappoint the damsel sitting by the water waiting for a touch of magic. 

Dear reader, no winter can ever let me forget his warmth. And no infinity can ever let me forget our forever. 

Dear love, I will not forget you. 

Fragile Bitterness

The universe makes a lot of mismatch, not for a tragic stage play for the heavenly bodies, but for a definite purpose. No tears ever end in waste. And no scars will forever be the dark twisted blackhole eating up every fragment of bliss in your soul.

Dear reader, pain is the antidote of stupidity. That is why I grave for more mistakes..because it is only in my sufferings that I build lessons..stories to one day tell. And legends to one day remember.

Will the universe conspire in my favor?

We were walking by the shore, waiting for the sun to set and hoping for the cliche romantic day at the beach.

“February 14 is Valentine’s Day, right?”

I roll my eyes.

“Nope. It’s the day cupid’s arrows hit the wrong people, then they fall in love get hurt and soon enough they start skipping February 14.”

“Why do you have to be so sarcastic?”

I smirk. We stop and he squeezes my hands. Our eyes met.

“You ask the obvious so I answer with the unorthodox”

He smiled. And in my lips were his lips. The sky wore the color where red and orange meet. And dear reader, it was no cliche moment like in the movies. Love is built on how well two pieces fit and misfit. And maybe, I myself would have to wait for the most perfectly flawed sunset to stop writing my words and start living them. 

And maybe, if the universe conspires in my favor..he would come. And he would come in style.

I’m not afraid

The universe tends to reveal us. It ignites something within us. It keeps dragging us back down so that each time we get up, our true selves reveal and we discover more of the mysteries we hold inside.

So the damsel who was once so in love with the idea of utopia fell in the bottomless pits of frustration and anger. She thought the universe punished those who did wrong while the good bathe in riches. She thought the church was a hall for the famous and nice. She thought weddings carried the most truthful and passionate bonds of love in the entire world.

She was wrong.

Once upon a time, she walked in the footsteps of good and nothing but good. Never lied and never cheated. Look where that got her. She was lied to. She was cheated on. Lastly, she was trampled because she moved so slow in the race of life.

She got back up. Still blind. Still believing. She went to Sunday masses and looked disgusted when she saw beggars at the gate of the building. It was then when the universe taught her that the church is not a hall of fame for people like her. Instead, it was a hospital for souls that need to be forged again. And Jesus is the best blacksmith in town.

And when her loved one left her, she realized that the real test of love does not happen during a wedding but maybe on an airport where the promise must hold true even if distance stretches out to a million miles.

Shattered and bitter.

Once upon a time, the damsel who believed so much in the existence of fairness and balance on the world, learned that life is simply life. It does what it feels. One will fly and fall. But for a reason- so that one day when life decides to come back with more pain…one can say “I’m not afraid.”