is that noise coming from inside my head?

Monday, August 10, 2009

Last night, I had a dream.

We were seated on a bench, his back to me. He looked troubled. Either that,
or he was just being his usual distant self.

Then he lay down on my lap. And I held him. Just cradled his head in my
arms.

There were no butterflies in the stomach. No reddening of the cheeks.

All I wanted to do was make him feel that I cared. I could be a good
listener.

But he didn't cry.

His head felt smaller.

I woke up, feeling somewhat disappointed that nothing happened.
Written November 3, 2007

For the life of me, I cannot remember who I was writing about.

: Name: Adobobo; Location: Davao City, Region XI, Philippines

A lot of people I've met tell me that I'm too quiet; as a result, I have come to believe it myself. However, as one friend so perfectly put it: My silence can be deafening, but my noise can be just as deafening. Because of my retiring nature, some people also have the impression that I'm kind, polite and naive. Perhaps, my blog will wipe out their misguided notions.

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