Midst Freddie VI: Last Dip.

Freddie, writing is my languageIf words coming out my mouthare unsatisfactorygive me pen and paperThere you’ll know my honesty. Now in my rage,I will tare the paperinto million others. …bring me forthfirst page that everlet my hand succumb tothe seduction of giving myunregistered thoughts acountry to live in. I don’t know how to face youContinue reading “Midst Freddie VI: Last Dip.”

Midst Freddie V: Waiting Not So Patiently

Isn’t it funny Freddie, how I used to be the one that would get annoyed and not speak to anyone; now when you get annoyed you include me in anyone. Back then, there wasn’t you. But when I told you about it, you said no matter what, I should always talk to you, you talkedContinue reading “Midst Freddie V: Waiting Not So Patiently”

Midst Freddie IV: The List

Yes Freddie. Now you know, while you know about my life; you really don’t know me. You don’t know me at all. What you regard as knowing me, to me is only my biography and nothing more, those are easy things for me to talk about. I have a family, they are how they areContinue reading “Midst Freddie IV: The List”

Midst Freddie II: Drowning

Sorry. You called today and I was absent. It’s the first time I’m ignoring you, I don’t know what to say. You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m there at that place I go frequently and never take anyone with. I’m sad but my sadness has nothing to do with you. I told you this before,Continue reading “Midst Freddie II: Drowning”