It took me seven times to walk out
The floor is too pretty to just live not on the inside
If hate is what I mean when defining what unloved is
I’m drugged with delusions that didn’t really make sense
Walking alone has always been a pleasure to me
You do not worry, you’re living it free
But when times are tough and wounds are cut deep
Is the phone too near or my chest finds its beating?
Would I rush to the door when all is crumbling?
Are the problems with solutions when it’s like a broken record?
I hope you stop talking, I hope you stop breathing
Come alive again when I hear the notes of good music
We get along together when storms are behind the whites
The face is without dirt and fire is frozen on the fridge
You’ve always been like that when I was still half a tree
I just wish you change so I won’t bleed when I’m pretending
If in the morning you couldn’t bear me a smile,
and if in the summer you couldn’t rain without the thunders…
I will put on my shoes and leave the house.
I will close the door, but always know that my arms will remain open.
– Reynaldo D. Pagsolingan Jr., 2011