i'm in the place where we were today
i'm in the place where you forgave me last
i'm in the place where i want to stay
i'm in the place where i want forever to last.
up here in the hills of Tagaytay, no one can touch me
even you can't reach me or save me from myself
here in cold Tagaytay where your warmth no longer lingers
even you can't come when i call asking for help.
Here on this spot is where i'll breathe my last
as cold as the freezing air my heart will become
my future will stop in the memory of my past
because to me, here in Tagaytay, you will never come.
This is the poem I pre-wrote for December 23, as I was planning to end myself that day.
BUT i got scared, as I somehow knew I would.
I don't know how things we'll turn out, how life will be.
But I guess I'm sticking around for a while just to wait and see.
In time, I'll know.
