Today was unforgivable. Damn you, day, if you weren't only abstract!.
I finished early from work because my boss was kind enough to let me go
for the shift since it was his gym night. Cool, I would
have gotten more sleep. Especially I was bound to tarry my best friend
to have his war wounds begone of stitches later today (Another topic
from the other side of the universe, befriend me on FB for updates).
Enough rest, I thought. But Hell, no. I just rolled in and out of my bed
expecting the sandman to visit me anytime soon, however slept just kept
eluding me.
Who else should I approach for help? No
other than, my faithful, whore a.k.a alcohol (That's right, a WHORE.
Because you have to pay to get satisfied). Today, she's dressed up as
brandy and not her usual Red Horse gala dress.
I sat on
the dining table with my two nephews having their merienda. They asked
me why I was drinking early in the morning. I was about to go on a
flashback, on a galaxy far far away, ... oh shit where was I going? I
was about to say, "I hope you will all grow up with a peace of mind and a
heart that's pure so that when you go to bed at night, sleep will
follow with your mind assured that you haven't left regret and sorrow in
the world of awake, since you are not sure that you'll wake up in the
same world tomorrow". Fuck, what's wrong with me?
The
truth is I have been like this since I was young. I couldn't sleep many a
night. My imagination murdered me and taunted me while I was growing.
Imagine sleeping at night with your only wish is to get up early in the
morning since you have to go to school early tomorrow but the ideas of
Princess Sarah, Cedie, Peter Pan, Anatom and Agatom, Hiraya Manawari,
Streetfighter, Mario and Tropang Trumpo overlap and kick each other for
attention in your young and virgin mind. I was raped by my daytime
world.
I bounced back to the world of the living. I
looked back at my nephews who were waiting for a response. I told them,
"Wala lang...". That was it. Plain and stupid. Un-enlightening and
repressed.
I didn't tell them a single thing I had in
mind. I guess I think they won't even remember a thing I would have said
if i did care to say something or heck, I just don't want to deprive
these children their right to imagine stupid things while having shots
of brandy in the future, when they're as old as I am, sitting on the
dining table, with their own nephews. :D Cheers!
