magkaharap

Me, repeat after Me: I am not my sadness. I am not my sadness. I am not my sadness. Hehehehe.


an 8 cubic feet invisible fridge
blocking the view, the door, my way
not amorphous in the air
not a scent of sadness
but solid.

it wants me,
wants only me,
and wants all of me.
it bears no escape no disguise
won't budge.

i stand in front of it
my sadness and i facing each other
squarely
eye to eye.