“Breathe No More”
I’ve been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I’ve come to believe my soul’s on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me,
Convince me that I’ve been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
But I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can’t help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no…
Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe-
I breathe no more.
Been toying with the idea of writing a poem similar to this for the
longest time. The imagery is there, but the words never seemed to fall
in to place. Haunting rendition by Evanescence, if I may add, Amy Lee
has nailed that lost-gothika-metal-rock-whatever-sounding persona.
other news, I had fun exploring Google’s new features. I changed my
browser to Firefox and my re-vamped my toolbars and loaded plug-ins.
Effective of use work downtime, if you can consider it that–needed
instant email notification and weather updates and currency
conversions. Hah! OC girl’s playground Google land is.
sue me for enjoying Gmail’s built-in chat feature. Haven’t been able to
try actually placing calls but that I will do very soon after reviewing
the ADSENSE and AD WORDS revisions. Have to do that in relation to
updating the contents of all the websites I handle. Search engine
optimization can be a real pain in the arse. 
For the record, I’ve eaten just about every kind or variety of pansit
in the last few days. Haha. Birthday week, yes, that’s what I call it,
is tremendously fun and exciting with the different parties and
celebrations I go to–but it has really been wrecking my taste buds. I
think I can go without eating pansit until January!
threw a surprise party for Manang Lilia, our former masseusse and now
trusty all-around house manager in Teleforce this afternoon. One huge
bilao of pansit canton plus triple something cake. I swear, I look like
a sausage bursting out of its casings nowadays. I cannot breathe
anymore. Dang! I need to go back to the gym….
and just a reminder: I may be married to my job, dutiful daughter and
doting sister, I may be neck-deep in trying to make a long-distance
relationship work (if it doesn’t, i could always say hopscotch!), hoping to resume my idancewithabandon days, and always ever-trying to be present in Church activities, but I am still your angel 24-7.
So for drop in hello’s, prayer requests, inspiring stories and the
usual unloading of your day-end burdens, feel free to send me an email.
