here first. until we are there.

this has been open for a while now

i’ve been waiting to speak, but i’m just too tired to really say anything. found myself with a luminous person from the past ( like a hansel and gretel bread crumb) who reassured me that life was going to get better.

last night i turned to a new friend and realized that he strengthened my faith that there really are good guys in the world — who are not gay or related to me.

and i slipped into someone else’s story yesterday afternoon. when i got back, i was giddy but drained.

phone calls really do ease the distance. i miss home, and my back hurts from the bed.

spouting cliches here in dumaguete seems apt ano? life is somewhere else. i’m just taking a long detour.

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