Notes of Blue and Black

Ever forget about who you really are?  Of all the places where I could get an epiphany, I got mine on the jeepney ride home. It was 7 o'clock already; the stars had just come out as we climbed our heavy bodies on board a small jeep. I hanged both arms on the rail everybody shares in the middle; resting my weary head on the small duyan-duyan I made with my forearms and hands, watching my knees bounce as the small jeep drove through the small bumps and shakes everybody else goes through; watching the cars we pass by, lumbering through the city's quiet disposition, listening to everybody talk.  I used to really love to listen. I enjoy hearing other people share thoughts about, well, just about anything under the sun. Whenever people would want somebody to talk to, I would just sit there and listen. Everybody seemed to really like to talk to me before, not because of my conversational skills (I have none), but I used to be that guy everybody seemed to want to talk to becaus...