So This is It
Like standing on the beach, I test the waters with a toe. How cold? How deep do I go? It is not my wont to opine and bare my soul. Sadness, anger, anxiety- all those things Pandora should have left well alone reside in my own well-locked chest. It’s a filipino thing, I think, to crack a joke, flash a cheesy grin and laughingly (though seriously) consider murder. How seductive …