Wednesday, February 10, 2010
There were times when I felt that my world stops but everyone else kept on revolving. As I stood still, all I see is a blur of everything. I think but not. Time passes me by but I remain.
Every time I passes by the walkway in Ortigas, as the wind swiftly blows my hair and send 'em flying away from me as if trying to escape to gain their freedom, all I see are people worried faces. Stressed. I glanced at the vehicles below me and they stood still, waiting for the green light to move on to where they're heading. They keep on moving while I thought I remain standing still.
Hearing the blind's mind voice make me most sad, sending shivers but I pretend not to see. I look at Mary's image instead and awed by her immensity, helping people before me in keeping their faith but why can't I. People come and go but the voice still lingers.
Ants crawl in one direction, back and forth. People often forget when temptation is abound. Used to care but already get used to it. A wink a nudge let's procreate.
I often caught myself staring blankly into the horizon, pass the building pass the people in front of me. As if I'm on a trance, dancing my way into nothingness. I wake up from this stupor finding myself funny yet hurt.
30 minutes, 45 minutes it doesn't matter. I run, I jog and I flight. Sweat flows profusely. Music playing, DJ's laughing. Escaping. I lift, I lounge, I breath in and out.
As the bus sends me home, it felt like ad infinitum. At least that's what I hope. Home is where the heart is, not. I close my eyes, hoping that tomorrow will be something different but as long as I'm bounded it will never be.
The Curious Cat
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