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A Poetry Film Some stories stay with us. Some promises do, too. 5:46 is a poetry film about memory, absence, and the kind of waiting that never quite ends. Inspired by the aftermath of Typhoon Yolanda, it tells the story of someone who continues to hold on to a promise, thirteen years after the storm.… Read more
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i miss the days when seeing youdid not require a calendar or a plansomeone would simply ask “where are you?”and that was enough to make a day we had no itinerary thenjust afternoons stretching into eveningsomeone buying food, someone complainingsomeone laughing while the rest of us stayed we were never in a hurry to leavewe… Read more
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I am made of poems and spreadsheets,of camera frames and careful plans,I can romanticize a passing momentthen ask who approved the expense plans. I like my feelings properly examined,preferably with evidence in hand,I can overthink a single sentenceand still somehow understand the brand. I will make a film about longing,then build the production schedule too,write… Read more
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So if this is the painful partbefore I become someone new,let me rememberthat I do not have to love the painto let it teach me. I only have to listen. And when the old shapefinally falls away, I hope I step outnot into a lifeI have merely survived, but into the oneI have been tryingto… Read more
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I think I finally understand when my detachment starts. It usually happens after I realize that I have been expecting something from a person or a group that they either never promised to give me or simply do not naturally give. Sometimes it is something small. I expect someone to notice the work I poured… Read more
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I don’t know why I feel the need to tell you this, but I hope when love finds you, it doesn’t make you question your worth. I hope it doesn’t make you feel like you have to become smaller, quieter, easier, or more understanding just to keep someone by your side. I hope you never… Read more
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Must love the beach.Must know how to cook.Must own a decent camera.Fine. That should be easy. Must watch K-dramas,sit through period films,know his Greek mythology.Now we’re narrowing it down. Must respect the capybara.This is important.I will not elaborate.Put a check beside it. Must eat cucumber sliceswith crushed spicy Cheetoswithout asking me oncewhat is wrong with… Read more
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It takes 188 stepsfrom my door to the mailbox you still keep,another 10 steps to reach your foyer,8 if I choose to leap. I have the nerve to enterwithout a warning or a knock,but your eyes still light up at mebefore I even start to talk. The house is warm with cinnamon,coffee dressed up for… Read more
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There you were.Walking toward us with halo over your head,like some Greek godtaking the afternoon off from deity duties.Same crooked smile.Same punchy style.God, you still looked good.I can give you that.There was a time the sight of yousent butterflies rioting against my ribs.This time?Crickets.I almost laughed at how ordinary it felt.You smiled. I smiled back.Look… Read more
This is my bubble.
