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.