These Scattered Pieces

My sweat drips profusely and I'm still catching my breath after running a 5:47 4k at the treadmill. Tremendous, even after 470ml of black Sumatra coffee earlier this afternoon and a slice of classic chocolate cake that I could barely finish. This morning, after 9 years of wanting to watch it, we finally saw the Cinemalaya hit 'Endo' on iFlix (for free on my 30-day trial). D. and I gushed so much, we love each other even more. Spotify plays Ceejay Sagarino's Home Away From Home. I sway with it. My smart watch distracts me with a notification and it says I hit another perfect 5-5-5 survey at "work?" I'm paid less, but I never felt so rich, even talented. I run almost 3 times a week, read almost 2 books a month, finish TV series and films like they were breakfast. After so many years I finished a short story. Maybe I'll finish a collection before I'm forty. I drive I. to work everyday and we play games about the periodic table of elements, tell stories, race to the gate when we get home. But the best part of the day is when you giggle when I tell you good morning. And when you cried so much, I hushed you. You slept my chest while I recited poetry with its powerful yet quiet efficacy. I caught another love that is better than romantic, as if my heart will not feel another depressed beat.

Oh and I just finished hanging the laundry at 130am. Before I sleep tonight, I will whisper to their ears, don't worry about the future.