I know that this world isn't always the safest place. I wanted to write this down, because we could die tomorrow; And you will never know, just how much you meant to me. ♥
Sweet Murmurs
sunday afternoon; i should be busy, studiously mugging for my econs, which i have both a lecture and tutorial tomorrow. i should be readying myself to tackle all the questions that he will be shooting at me. i should be trying, striving, struggle, till i can no longer. but i’m feeling naseous, and not well at all.
i dreamt of Pa yesterday, because i asked him to give me one last night.
he was boarding the bus that Ma and I were both on, wearing his checkered blue shirt and black trousers. he lifted his head up, looked at us, and smiled. and then, he sat in front of us. i didnt know why we didnt talk to him. as the bus moved along, it arrived to this stop. Pa got up, turned to say: "Goodbye." , and he alighted the bus.
goodbye, what a word of finality.
Ma said that it was his way of telling us that he is good now, up in heaven.
this was last night.
just sometime this week, a few days ago, i dreamt about him again:
Pa was lying on his bed, at home and Ma is using a cloth to wipe his face. and then, a tear rolled down his cheek.
2 dreams in a week. Pa, would you give me somemore? i will never have enough.
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i should go and mug, so that perhaps then i will be one step closer to my goal to make you proud.
POSTED @ 1:32 pm | ♥ is the sum of all our choices
