it’s taking me a while to process.
yes there are bits and pieces of hope and a thing that we have to look forward to.
but I don’t now have time to talk about what happened, or to draw the lines back into recent history, living history, given that my parents and I are still around and they had me in literally the last years of Martial Law. living history. the ones who were lucky enough to survive are now unlucky enough to be looking it in the face again.
I think I have been through it in the last few days. I have only started to start living again in the last day or so. and I hope that tells you how I feel in the here and now.
no I’m not okay. but that’s the luxury I cannot afford. dark days are coming. gotta be alive to get through them somehow. I don’t have faith, but I can try to keep going for everything else and everyone else.
starting over every time 