What is it that is happy about endings? How can you be happy when it is the end? It’s plain and simple: you’d be dead. It won’t be sad. It won’t be happy. It won’t be anything. You will feel nothing.
Pag nariyan, dedma. Pag wala na, nganga.
the deeper the night becomes,
the harder it is to trust the mirrors.
some nights, I race back
to catch my reflection in the act;
half expectant that it will blink
or scowl or reach for my head.
But I always see the same girl,
with the same features as me,
that smiles when I do
and I can never catch blink;
I see the same girl that is me
but not quite,
and that scares me even more.