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October 16, 2006

Because I carry my heart alone

I want to become my own mother. Or my own sister. Or my own friend. Or carpenter. Or boyfriend. Or boss. Or cameraman. Or editor. Or teacher. Or student. Or listener. Or garbage-collector. Or enemy. Or my own Christ.

It's simple really. All I wish, for a day only, is to own the world.
And cry like no one can hear me.

2 comments:

Carine Era Mozo Asutilla said...

i want to own a bed. at the top of my own roof. under my own sky. wud your own Christ be generous to provide?

veraLeigh said...

ako nalang iyang unahon og mauhon man gani.