When Patrick weds

Iryn & Patrick Fontanosa from MPW Media Group on Vimeo.

Oh big brother bear just tied the knot. How time flies, we used to skateboard at the neighborhood's block. Hence, we used to call our group the local version of "the new kids on the block".

But I like it when he took the hand of the parents to ask for blessing to wed their daughter. Very traditional. In a conservative way. He's really one family man. Good obeisance, Patricio. I wish you both well.

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She was confused, torn, there was a silence that ached in the air alongside her indecision. He was here. Like she had always wanted him to be. He was here. The thoughts were foreign in her mind. He was here. How could this even be possible? Had her heartfelt wishes that she screamed sometimes in tears and sometimes in anger finally coalesced and formed this perfect vision before her? He was here. He was here. He was here. It became like the song of her heart, as if it was attempting to beat this reality all the way to her mind. He was here.

No matter that she had no idea if this was a good or bad thing. No matter that she barely knew if he was the same man that she fervently loved and who broke her heart, several times. No matter that he had lies painted in his past and shining in his eyes alongside his decision to finally be here. How long would that decision last? But the truth is much more simple than that. He was here. And that was suddenly all that mattered.

And he dimmed the lights. Like a metaphor for their love, illuminated but slowly fading into darkness. But it was not framed that way to her innocent heart. She did not read it like that. Instead she saw the darkness erasing all the doubts and all the shadows of their past, as they melded into the inky blackness surrounding them until there was only love; and hope that this time it would last.

I am out of inspiration;
I am out of things to write.
Every time I pick the pen up,
It’s as if to start a fight.
Between conscious and unconscious;
Between heart and brain and soul.
The mind wishes to expunge.
The heart wishes to control.
And between all these confusions,
Lies a hidden, deeper way.
That has made me numb and frozen.
And left nothing more to say.
I know the old safe patterns.
Writing of memories; pain; and loss.
These stories echo timeless,
And are easy to get across.
But they don’t explore the labyrinth
that is tangled up inside
those are worthwhile masterpieces
though untested and untried
So I linger over paper,
Hoping to write what I now see;
Carve a path of understanding,
into the heart of me.