:Sunday, April 16, 2006:

I was away during the weekends and
well, strange things happened. I guess
it was the alcohol from my margarita.
Having gone drinking for the past 3 days.
just enough to get things off my mind.
But aye, I had a weird dream.

I dreamt that a close friend of mine that
died. He died infront of me, in my arms.
There was nothing that I could do.

He was someone that I looked into the
future with. Just with those dying eyes,
his soul left, without saying a goodbye.

All he said was,
"you cannot love a dying boy, I did
nothing for you to deserve this much
for you".

As he caress my cheeks for the last time,
his last breath took him to somewhere
we will never meet again. And yes,
I cried.
Sometimes, I wished things never happened.
I wished that you and I didn't know the
things that we were supposed to know.

Whats there left of me once you're gone?
can I imagine myself seeing you in someone
else's embrace? pardon me for the emotions
but then again, double margaritas are just
the best solutions.

enjoying the night breeze at the lounge with
hoarse cum tone-deaf singers screaming
at the top of their voice trying to reach the
notes we know they can't reach.

I looked up into the sky realizing only one thing,
we're at different places but its the same
sky that we're looking at. Its the same
path we walked from the rest and its the
same beat of 2 separate hearts that could
make that difference.

I don't want to lose anyone anymore.
Begone dreams.

Benji

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