If my pants would tell a story, this one will tell the most interesting of all, so far. It would tell about the time I opened up to two strangers; let them reach deep within me, to the center on my guilt and without a word reassured me that its ok.
Opening up to somebody is like unzipping the fly and exposing a private part. Some find it difficult yet other’s not.
I have another pants, one with a dangerously low waist. It’s generally more daring and revealing. That pants will tell a different story, a story of restraint, reservations and frustrations.
My pants may tell some stories but don’t expect them tell the complete version.
So what does, your pants have to say?
7 comments:
dalawang strangers lang? mahina yata ang story-telling mo tsong. hehe
hmmm. no comment is a comment, ryt?
[zip lip]
i have this very old, worn, torn pair of pants that i have been using for 11 years already. im sure, madami rin maikukwento.
just blog hoppin... nice blog anyway.
hmmm...well i find it easy to open up pero depende sa tao kung feel ko or hindi...diba corbi?
@owen fv, thanks.
@chum, syempre depende sa tao.
tztzttz....
dalawa... ;)
ang ganda ng entry mo bro:) bwebwelta ulih ako d2 kwento rin ako :P
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