Rafiqi's Blog

Under the glow of the orange lamp...
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Mood: Just fine, thank you.
Eargasm: Porcelain

We, the four friends, were wrapped in an orange glow inside Cable Car’s coziest spot. It was Sisig Rice with a side dish of bleeding hearts on tonight’s menu. I sat quietly and listened, taking in as much of their hurt as I could. But as the minutes passed, the ashtray became a fragile heap of sticks and ash - like them, so fragile. I think it was the music playing in the background, drilling their pain-stricken lyrics into our heads.

It made us sadder and I sank into quiet contemplation on a revelation I just had:

Even if I had already ‘freed’ myself from something (or someone) that (or who) has held me back from doing anything in my life, I still feel the need to get out, start over and do my own thing. It has been something many people advised me to do while I was wallowing in a black pool of self-loathing. So I thought that once I’m past my problem, I’d be content. But I don’t seem to feel that way… Is that bad??

So I guess I felt fragile too.



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