MAGULO...

I tossed and turn under the sheets trying to come terms with my own. This has been bothering me for days but I have been ignoring it as well. Maybe I’m so stubborn to face my fears or maybe, just maybe I can’t handle it this time of the year when things are rough, tough and enough. There have been questions hunting me that I refused to argue because I practically know how things will turn out. Painful realities that I have to bite because not everybody has my way of reasoning. Not everybody can see from my standpoint. Not everybody can empathize. Though I am confident with what I am up to lately, I am like anybody else wishing things would be as naïve as a new born child. My surrounding has witnessed my metamorphosis and certainly they can’t take it head on nor manage to even entertain this not so ordinary phase in my life. Had it been for my own, I wouldn’t be bothering the heavy scrutiny happening before me. I have been happy in my own space…in my own haven and in my place I am only accountable to my God, but I couldn’t afford faces discoursing and judging my significant other.