I can't sleep. I tried reading my report for tomorrow but I really can't concentrate. I read some old magazines and Archie comics but I'm still far from being sleepy.

Finally, I came to read a poem published in a lit folio last year.

Pakiusap

Isang saglit lang
Aking hinihingi
Ilingon mo sa akin
mga mata mong
duyan ng kahapon.

Samahan mo akong
maglakbay sa nakaraan
At ating balikan
oras nang walang tigil
na paglalakad sa ulap.

Hayaan mong liwanag
ay bumuhos muli
sa ating bukas.

At doon tayo'y
magkasamang mangangarap.

-Dorcas Crooc
(published in Mirage Vol.8 No. 1)

I was thinking of someone when I made this nonesense, shitty, eeww-worthy poem. But a while ago when I read it (after 2758 years), it seemed different. It felt different.

Oh shit. Senti times are back again.