They, The Wounded

Why were two people, who hurt each others feelings before, can't see each other again? Some took it by months or years to finally bury the hatchet. Others, never. So why can't they? What's taking them apart? What's in between them? Take it to a different point of view:

Let's say the wounded were soldiers from different factions. One was a rebel and the other was from Marines. Between the bombs and bullets and warm bodies around them that scattered like sliced meatballs in your spaghetti, these two soldiers caught to each of their faces. Each were trained to see the difference between an enemy or a friend. And they pulled each of their triggers. The two dropped and held their ground, played dead. Each were at the same moistened soil, same sky, same stench they breathe, held their wound with pressure, and knew they're in a critical condition. Almost fatal. They closed their eyes. Half of their bodies were tucked in a white blanket. They were now in their respective hospitals, in recovery. The pain was still present and there was, of course, the inevitable scar. Should their be a beautiful scar then the soldiers would proudly look at it and would have showed it with all gusto.

For their wounds alone, should an unplanned meeting occur, the scars will open and a bitter rivalry begins. They might even consider revenge. And the pain. Oh the pain, gruesome and immeasurable if such a meeting takes place. As long as the pain persist, the two wounded soldiers of their respective command, vowed never to speak of it and will, at any costs, avoid encounter.

The story of a rebel woman and a man from Marine Corps, wounded-ly concludes here. And they were friends.

Time never heals these kind of wounds. Forgiveness does.

Probably

He sensed the coldness. Thus, he stepped back. Giving enough space to let the coldness briskly pass. He left his baggage at end of the hall way. It's unnecessary. For tomorrow, he waits. He waits.

A tired nurse was in deep thought. Nursing the idea of quitting and let all her dreams crumble to pieces. Until the pieces becomes something she could not recognize any longer. She thought about starting to another carer again. Going back to being nocturnal. But what about the things she sacrificed for four years? Is this the one they called quarter life crisis? She's tired. Maybe sleeping this off would do. She waits until she felt sleepy. She waits. She waits.

He was invited to an itinerary involving most of his classmates way back high school. He seeks approval to his girl. She said no. She brought up trust issues again even if it was forgiven. An argument jumped out like fireworks. The tone went higher. Until one of them dropped the subject. And then the tone went lower. Whispering the reasons. If only we could buy trust like a piece of diamond. He waits for his cool to go down. He waits. He waits.

She was afraid of reciprocity. Making herself busy almost all the time. She lightly scratched her left cheek. She remembers something. She scratched the idea after she spent the last half hour if she did remembered something. Or was it someone? She obliterated the idea of liking that person. For what its worth, she doesn't care anymore. Yet, she waits. She waits.

Birthmark On My Gluteus Maximus: True Story

I have observed this fact for the past several years now of going and about to buy something from a store, may it be food, or just a shirt, that whenever I went from a let's say a fast food chain with a few people in it, and I fell in line on the counter to take my order, eventually there WILL be lots of people around! It's as if I'm a lucky charm! Contrary to what others would say that "malas daw ang may balat sa pwet." But it's going the other way around. I'm not stating this to convince you. Just be my guest when we go out. And observe. It's unbelievable.

Lucky Charm eh?

I have a birthmark on my right butt. Less than an inch in size. It was originated from my upper thigh, actually. Through the age, it went up to my butt. I guess it's all about the skin's ability to stretch out, hence the change of place.

Too bad, I'm not gonna take a picture of my birthmark and post it here. Baka malasin ako. :-p