The Mikanilya -------------------------------------------
It all started when I was walking in the streets of an hazy day in downtown city then i saw an old “mikanilya”.
Then i started thinking of you.
It was not too long ago when we were talking about how the government ruined our dreams and how they destroyed rock 'n' roll. People passed and so time goes by I remember how our words would fly. You taught me about a hundred bands that you have heard and how you enjoy rocking in the uptown world. I use to think of you as a poet god for you are so good in writing stuffs. You used to tell me about your dreams of becoming a writer someday and how you wish to have your own typewriter.
I guess that dream isn't impossible to achieve. I find you so deep and illusive as a writer. I enjoy reading your blogs once in a while back then. We were both fan of this amazing writer yet he died and everything have changed.
Philosophy, literature, science, music, fantasies and all about the beauty and angst of life are the things we used to talked about. And none of those seconds were wasted. I cant even imagine how I get over the time we started to be in silence. I guess we will never know how time have changed things. Life was just something we used to ignore.
I remember how you send me mails of song lyrics that has my name on it. It made me feel so special. I think you had a little space in time on how you make me smile once in a while. I think it was cute. I think it was. You are just so special. You were. You are still now. I've learned so much from you. Yes i do.
The way we were was something I could never forget. That was fun, though i really hope to hear from you again.
Now i was on my way to home and thoughts of you still runs in my mind. It all started when I was walking in the streets of an hazy day in downtown city then i saw an old “mikanilya”.