i miss
the smell of mud no matter how dirty
the scent of kids running in the heat of the sun the whole day
bagoong cooked with freshly harvested vegetables, evn kangkong cooked with firefood
soaking myself with rain.....hiding my tears or just being childish
I definitely miss
My childhood and all its simplicities
the smell of freshly milled rice - heavenly
huge toads croaking in the garden after the rain
crickets in the evening, huge locusts flying around
I can still see these things and I would definitely go out of my way to have them again
life in all its simplicities
happiness in its crudest form
my nephews and nieces at the foot of my bed anticipating my waking up
to kiss me and hug me or just to jump on my bed
my sister making my coffee and breakfast og garlic fried rice and tinapa
with ginisang talbos ng sitaw
the scent of a young mango leaf
or a freshly baked pandesal
or Papa Darmo making my bulalo and slicing it for me
I can experience thes again and I will spend more time with them ^
I will enjoy my siblings' kids and in return I will relive my past
Gone are the mountains and the green meadows
gone is my bleak future and gone is my nightmare
i don't know if i'm making sense but i write at will
and i will continue to do so.......
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