Ode to Rat

dear big black rat in my kitchen, i know we've had our differences. but i already fed you, sang songs to you, and we even ran around the house a couple of times. but my heart has grown weary now. and i think yours too, since i just saw you trying to squeeze yourself out of my house, and my life, in a little corner beside the cabinet. but we both know you won't fit. i'm not saying you're fat. i'm just saying that i already mustered enough courage to open the door to your freedom and finally let you go. so go now, turn your hairy back towards me, and leave. i have learned to forgive you and, in the process, forgive myself for letting "us" go. you will always occupy a special place in my heart. and an irrational and blind hatred from my sister. she never approved of us to begin with.

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Who knows, maybe you will shine most using your own words. 

Happy writing. 

- Miguel Rafael 

Till I met you

I begin with kindness. Or at least something that resembles kindness.

I then go to gentleness. Or at least how one perceives it. A peck on the cheek, a soft touch, or a lingering look.

And then I end with forgiveness.

For 2014, I agree with Ms. Odette Quesada. For all intents and purposes, dreaming is no longer a childish thing. And love is not a game that children play.