The moment you inflicted a tremendous amount of pain was the moment I started to fear the thought of writing again. I have been fighting the urge to weave letters and illustrate how I have been shattered inside; I have been brawling to the thought of quenching my thirst to write about a voluminous amount of blood I bled; I have been struggling to resist the desire to illustrate how I have been limping towards the end just to escape this dark misery I have been into. I’m just afraid to recount the tale of my fragmented bones and shattered soul―broken and incapable to be fixed again. I just don’t think that writing about it is anymore helpful at this point of time because every time I write, I hear echoes of your sweet voice calling me “Babe” and my long doleful cry the moment I knew you have found another man.
Stage play by: White light Productions, COG Dasmarinas.