They fell down, white drops. Specks of life. Beautiful.
They danced in the cold pavement, mocking me, wanting me to dance with them. I crush my arms around me, my clothes getting crumpled at the sheer force of will. Nothing could make me do what I didn't want to do.
I hear laughter. In the shadows, I see them yet again.
Childish laughter. Wonderful. Music.
The laughter danced around in the cold moonlight as the white splatters itself on the cement. My breath forms in swirls in the darkness. It was cold. Nothing could make me feel colder than the full moon shining down on me, smiling at me. The man on the moon surely was cackling in glee at the pitiful form clutching itself. He had every right.
He had looked down and had seen. He had sent that laughter to frolic around the form's ears. Mocking her like the mockable creature that she was.
I glance up. No one was there. Typical. But the street, the cold sidewalk was illuminated by dozens of street lamps that disappeared into dots in the darkness. I could see nothing but the lamps that were glowing with such an effervescent glow it scared me.
And the laughter! The laughter! It didn't stop. It didn't stop!
There were footsteps. Footsteps of those who had walked this way before. Footsteps from the past and footsteps to the future. And here, my footsteps shall stop. It is the present, and none shall move anymore.
My eyes burn at the glow. The cold is getting to me, reaching to the deep depths of where I do not wish my dreams and spirit to dwell on. It moves to my bones and touches them, leaving them frostbitten and stiff. And so I would be left, my eyes burning, my body stiff, the footsteps moving away and the laughter circulating around my ears...
I try to move. And try to dance with the beautiful specks that litter the cold street I am left alone one. There is nothing left for me. There is no one waiting at the end. I sink to my knees, the desperation and fear creeping onto me like the darkness killing the beautiful glow of the flourescent lamps.
Reminiscent I am. Of the past that has forsaken me. Of the smiles and tears that used to fill up the void that is my heart now. I feel nothing anymore. I see nothing anymore. I am tired.
But I see all that is around me now. And as the cold wraps around me and warps my already distorted view of the splatters of life around me, I close my eyes.
All I see is white.
They danced in the cold pavement, mocking me, wanting me to dance with them. I crush my arms around me, my clothes getting crumpled at the sheer force of will. Nothing could make me do what I didn't want to do.
I hear laughter. In the shadows, I see them yet again.
Childish laughter. Wonderful. Music.
The laughter danced around in the cold moonlight as the white splatters itself on the cement. My breath forms in swirls in the darkness. It was cold. Nothing could make me feel colder than the full moon shining down on me, smiling at me. The man on the moon surely was cackling in glee at the pitiful form clutching itself. He had every right.
He had looked down and had seen. He had sent that laughter to frolic around the form's ears. Mocking her like the mockable creature that she was.
I glance up. No one was there. Typical. But the street, the cold sidewalk was illuminated by dozens of street lamps that disappeared into dots in the darkness. I could see nothing but the lamps that were glowing with such an effervescent glow it scared me.
And the laughter! The laughter! It didn't stop. It didn't stop!
There were footsteps. Footsteps of those who had walked this way before. Footsteps from the past and footsteps to the future. And here, my footsteps shall stop. It is the present, and none shall move anymore.
My eyes burn at the glow. The cold is getting to me, reaching to the deep depths of where I do not wish my dreams and spirit to dwell on. It moves to my bones and touches them, leaving them frostbitten and stiff. And so I would be left, my eyes burning, my body stiff, the footsteps moving away and the laughter circulating around my ears...
I try to move. And try to dance with the beautiful specks that litter the cold street I am left alone one. There is nothing left for me. There is no one waiting at the end. I sink to my knees, the desperation and fear creeping onto me like the darkness killing the beautiful glow of the flourescent lamps.
Reminiscent I am. Of the past that has forsaken me. Of the smiles and tears that used to fill up the void that is my heart now. I feel nothing anymore. I see nothing anymore. I am tired.
But I see all that is around me now. And as the cold wraps around me and warps my already distorted view of the splatters of life around me, I close my eyes.
All I see is white.
1 comment:
wow, ang lalim... sana naman naglagay ka ng mas maraming hints na hindi masyadong tago para naman mas maintindihan ng readers mo yun sinulat mo... hehe... ang ganda though. naalala ko rin yun isang time i saw white. hindi white na "oh no! nabulag ba ko?" , pero a huge white part in the picture that the eyes of the mind, heart, & memory should clearly see. it's a terrible feeling.
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