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what would Jeff Buckley do

I am bound to infinitely stare at this blank note given by a former lover who refused to tell me the meaning of such clean and crisp white paper crumpled by my frustration to interpret its ghostly writing. Maybe Jeff Buckley will sing me the answer, but then again I can’t rely too much on a dead guy.. . The message just like Mr. Buckley passed away even before I’ve come to know of its existence. ‘Oh, and the sting shall cease’, i can hear thy lover say.. .

PiLar Nereida (01/08/2009)

***photo by Marie Chiong (Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Los Angeles, California)


the evisceration of you

Writer’s bLock. Shit. I was supposed to write something about you today but thy words have betrayed me and have gone AWOL (hah!). Maybe there’s nothing to write about you anymore, I have grown out my interest in you. Sooo, goodbye horses.. . I’m fLying over you.. .

-PiLar Nereida (05/20/2009)

***photo by Stefanie Lipardo (New York City, USA)

He has always been attracted to her but she was the incorrigible pessimist and told him from the start that nothing could possibly last forever. He was the hopeful one and eager to win her over, although at times he finds her abstruse, her impetuousness was rather appealing. The attention he was giving her was flattering but made her uncomfortable, she never liked entertaining guys but this one was different – he wasn’t amazingly talented or jaw-droppingly good-looking but he had a certain je ne sais quoi that surprisingly drew her to him. So the companionship went on for years, faithful to their compromise – that she won’t reciprocate the love until she really felt it while he patiently waits for that day. In most days they would spend it talking about anything and everything in a bench under a tree in school, at times they’d agree but disagreed the most in the long talks that they’d have. One topic he wouldn’t forget was when he asked her what she’d want for a pet and without giving it much thought, she answered right away that she would love to have a dinosaur. She could give the most unusual and out-of-this-world answers and he’d accept it right away, he has grown susceptible to the strangeness that was her. And on the eve of Halloween while everyone else was out, they decided to spend it on her house watching re-runs of his favorite TV series even if she wasn’t much of a fan of those. When they grew weary from watching too much tube, he said his goodbyes even if she offered him to stay for the night. Feeling rejected she went back to the living room to watch more TV shows that’ll possibly put her into slumber when she noticed a red paper bag with her name written on it, she opened it and found a Triceratops action figure along with a note attached saying “Yes, you will be loved.. . forever”.

***photo by Phaye Alvar (Placerita Canyon, Sta. Clarita, California)

His Narcissus.

He slumbers, I awake
In my desolation I celebrate
My weapon of peace,
Is the nakedness of silence.

photo and words by: Pilar Nereida (01.2011)

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