The Iceman Cometh

It was one of those sad and silent Sunday nights. I was out with a friend, driving around Mandaluyong and Makati, quiet most of the times except for the occasional quip on a random moving object outside the car. It wasn't at all uncomfortable. I liked the silence, but it seems that at that time, I wanted to step out from the wall of ice I tend to cover myself with when I'm with... Possibility.

Irritating because usually I could be warm and comfortable. But once I feel someone's will and psyche are equal to mine, I retract and ice cold defenses automatically rise (among other things, that is).

Well. Fact is, I was cold; and I was distant. It's been like that with Possibilities from the past. We live, we learn right? But apparently, it's taking some time for me to learn.