Solace

Last night, my instructor became my best friend -- if only for that night and even if he doesn't know why.

Boxing has always been a thing of solace for me. I displace my extra emotions into it. Last night, I just boxed and hit all my heart out. Trying I guess to reach the point where tears would mix with sweat. I didn't realize just how mad and frustrated i was until my glove hit the mit. Until I was already exhaling every breath i had, shouting, to just hit that mit, as if that thing of foam would absorb all the pain, anger, frustration and sorrow that I had and make everything okay.

Kulang pa. Kailangan uli bumalik.