Written Letters Whenever I Am Alone

Brown Out

All lights of the neighborhood were officially turned off.

The lamp posts on the streets were no longer giving us the light that we deserve.

The elders would definitely notice the full moon and automatically mention something about the pamahiin.

And if I haven't grown up about that issue, I'll probably be scared, but as a different version of myself, I thought about Science. I don't know, maybe it's a new mechanism to fight having the feeling of being scared tonight. I see things differently now than before wherein I was a scared little girl, who easily got scared in every pamahiin I have ever heard. But of course, it didn't wash away the beliefs that there are ghosts, etc.

The moon is high, bright, and showing its beauty to the neighborhood. I can't help but admire the huge circle thing above the sky, outside my window.

The Papaya tree of our neighbor that whenever I gaze— I can see it. When the wind dances, so as the leaves. A perfect combination of nature that I wanted to use as my subject, and write about it.

What I like about having a brownout is that people are reunited. As of the moment, I can hear the children's voices, the kind of speech I wanted to hear because it keeps me alive. The people chattering, the children's laughter, the cries of their baby, the mother's loud voice to keep her children shut their mouths, the barking of the dogs, that one voice coming from the other room while talking with our dogs, the sight of thunder and the way it releases it sound, the airplane, the sound of my own breathing, my heartbeat, and the sweats brings me joy and peace.

However, even if some things bring you joy, peace, and attention to the things you haven't noticed until it happens, you'll still want to go back to the things you used to have. You'll start wondering when will the electricity come back, and what are the professionals doing at this time of crisis? It is because people cannot live without electricity, and we need it to survive. I thought of some people who don't have the basic needs, and it hit me. I asked myself what I can do to help the families who needed help? This sudden urge fills my lack of motivation jar and my lack of reasons to continue my fight jar. This situation we are in tonight gave me the courage to do my things, be responsible as a human in this country, and be better as an individual.

These thoughts might go away after this day, but I'll find this written letter to remember the memory.

At last, you'll hear if there's power if people outside screamed.

Yours truly,
Kristal.