Words and Melodies (First Stanza)
He once told me about his love for lyrics. How the words spoke to him like poetry.
I would often wonder about his playlist and the ghost who lived there. The faces he saw and the voices he heard. The soundtrack to a thousand tragic endings, real or imagined.
The first time I saw him, I noticed how haunted his eyes were. And I was drawn to him, in the way a melody draws a crowd to the dance floor, pulled by invisible strings.
Now I wonder if I am one of those ghosts--- if I am somewhere drifting between those notes. I hope I am. I hope whenever my song plays, I am there, whispering in his ear.
Pasado alas dos na ng madaling araw nang makalabas ako sa bar. Nagpameeting pa kasi si Sir Aldrin kaya kinailangan naming mag-stay. Sinabihan niya ako na kahit part-timer lang ako ay dumalo na din daw ako dahil nandito na rin naman ako para malaman ko ang mga bagong company policy.