Sunday, May 3, 2009

Young

It's easier not to say anything when my mother complains. When she unties her hair in the confines of her room, big brush in hand. When she pauses, expecting me to agree. When she changes the topic to something that doesn't cause her grief, or remind her of the mistake she made at the altar decades before. It's easier to sit silently by her side as she pours out her frustrations, although it's not so easy to be young and still dependent on the cause of her pain.

No, it's not so easy to be unable to say anything other than empty words of comfort.


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Note: Having fun with my new phone ^^ It's got this little memo application that can save a memo of up to 1000 characters. I know it sounds silly, but this looked a lot longer while I was keying it out on my phone XP hehe. Now this post seems way too short, and vague. ^^; Minimalist I'm not, I guess.

5 comments:

Agham Lakambini said...

Cute ang pet mo

Sting Lacson said...

so now you can blog from your phone? how cool is that. haha.

tina said...

@sting no, i just copied it onto the computer when i got home. :P blogging from the phone would be pretty cool though. albeit a bit painful. :D

J.J. said...

Top form, of course.

Bharat said...

And deep.

It's been long =)