Does It Hurt Everywhere?
"Pilok na lang ang dili sakit." Days like these are coming more and more frequently. Dark. Somber. Anything but light. Empty ones. Like a can of pineapple juice opened, its liquid poured out elsewhere, the can placed outside where weeds grow. Where a drop of rain blares like An echo. The one you make when you shout in a cavernous space. Whatever it is-- room, hall, hill, the world, your heart, your life. For a moment you smile. It seems you are not alone. But then you realize It's just you. "Pilok na lang ang dili sakit." "Pilok nalang." "Sakit." Until there are no words left, just your fist thumping on your chest Telling a story you can no longer tell, Does it hurt everywhere?" "Yes."