Kdc,
At the time you were writing your email I was also wide awake in the living room rocking myself to sleep on my grandmother’s old and rickety rocking-chair. Fighting bouts against my wakefulness because I know I only have less than two hours before daylight.
That night was strangely humid even if it rained in the afternoon as I had mentioned in my first letter.
How’s your Sunday? It has been ages since my last visit to a church for a mass but I was in Quiapo church 3 months ago to have a look and see. I do that sometimes wandering around the metro. I go start in the morning then come home after sundown. Minus the congested traffic of the city, I enjoy walking, and riding buses, or jeepneys, I’d like to ride a bicycle too but i never learned how. Too scared to learn now and apparently too embarrassed to be seen practicing haha. Now my memory darts back to the time when I was on a borrowed bike and was having real difficult time on how to make a turn. The thought gives me butterflies.
For some reason your email did the same, made me feel butterflies in me. And I think thats a good thing.
It’s been a while since I wrote anyone an email. Hardly anyone emails anymore let alone anyone to send a letter by post. Had you ever written a letter and sent it by post? I had and it was exciting. I believe there’s magic in ardently anticipating a letter that comes in a envelope. (im smiling)
I’m a bad writer rather i write badly. It’s one of the gazillion things I’m not good at. Guess I really don’t have to warn you about that since it will inevitably show. One thing too that this email revealed was my name. Yes, i don’t remember telling you my name and since now that you know I’m going to ask, is Karl really your name? hahah silly.
I’m rushing now to answer your questions since the dawn has broken and this email is a day late, if we are to correspond in a day to day basis. I hope you didn’t have to wait for it yesterday or last night. If you somehow did, I’m sorry.
You asked me if I like poetry and the answer is yes. Finding a niche in anything literary never occurred to me although I have a few poems kept somewhere in my room. They’re a not intended for public viewing…haha..I could say they were written to serve as a catharsis for me. Heard of functional poems? I would bet if they are any good. So maybe I’ll just stick to reading other people’s works instead. That’s much easier.
Hey! I need to hit the bed..it’s getting harder to resist the inviting look of it. And if I catch a dream hope not to forget when I wake up from it so I can tell you about it.
Good Monday morning to you.
-me
