"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
Aprielle Castellano was determined to commit suicide by jumping off the bridge, letting herself drown, and die with her lungs filled with water-well, not until this blue-haired gu...
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“look at the stars look how they shine for you and everything you do.”
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08 | affinity with strangers
AN ANGEL SEEMED to pass by as an uncannily comfortable silence enveloped us. From the birds' harmony, the trees' gushes, the wind's soft embrace, our joint breaths, and the scenery's aesthetic visage.
For me, it was peace.
And then, Kierra started chuckling. It was followed by us, one by one. Soft chuckles turned into loud laughs as we started to reminisce our little voyages.
“It was only a span of days, yet I feel like we were together for so long now.” Charcoal sighed, a cold foggy smoke coming out from his mouth.
Absentmindedly, I started voicing out my thought. “Time . . . does not determine one's affinity with another. It was familiarity that was built through their converging notions, ideologies, and philosophies. The spotlight for time and longevity is neither to shine; they are behind, supporting the idea of familiarity and recognition by affinity and congruity,” I mumbled whilst staring at the skies descending into a crepuscular synthesis of purples and blues.
It was a random thought of nonsense, yet it actually makes sense. An irony, indeed.
Silence enveloped us once more. Deep, calm and harmonizing breaths were heard. I withdrew my sight from the scenery and peered at them — where I saw their scrutinizing gazes, gawking at me.
“Your philosophy is full of abstractions and obscurity. Masyado kang tahimik na ngayon ko lang narinig ang nasa isip mo,” Charcoal uttered in awe.
Ngumiti ako at unti-unting umiling habang binabalik ang paningin sa tanawin. “It feels good to finally voice out one of those philosophical concepts, though. I felt . . . alive,” sambit ko, marahang niyayakap ang mga tuhod at inilagay ang baba sa mga ito.
“Though, your philosophies are . . . so mahirap intindihin. Kailangan ko yata ng dictionary 'tsaka tissue para sa dumudugo kong ilong,” said Kierra while pulling off a nosebleed act. “Saan mo pinupulot ang mga 'yan?” tanong niya.
“From all the experiences, I guess. Experience is a great teacher of philosophy; it is a knowledge gained from one occurrence to another,” I answered. “The irony there is that, the experiences were bad almost usually; something to be grateful for and something to be not — a paradox of going through torture to gain healing.”
