In a small coastal town nestled in the rolling hills of Villahermoso lives Mari, a girl suffering from depression and suicidal thoughts, has hit rock bottom in life. She had lost hope and doesn't see any reason to go on living anymore. Her life chan...
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The ocean is a poetry without words.
I always described the ocean as a powerful and majestic force of nature, that I also often compare to a mysterious and alluring poem. It is filled with so much diversity and life, and it holds so much beauty and wonder.
The ocean is a source of inspiration for many authors, artists, and poets, who seek to capture its essence and describe the emotions and feelings that it can evoke.
The ocean itself doesn't need any words to describe it, it is a poem in and of itself, a beautiful and captivating work of art.
The ocean is my reminder of the power and beauty of nature, and it is a testament to the incredible diversity and complexity of life. We all have so much to learn from the vast and mysterious ocean, and it is often said that the ocean holds the secrets to understanding the world around us.
The ocean is my source of inspiration and wonder, a beautiful and breathtaking work of art, and a reminder of the wonders and beauty that exist in this imperfect world. The ocean is indeed a poetry without words, a beautiful and powerful work of art that speaks for itself.
Well, I, myself is a troubled poet and the ocean will always be my inspiration in making one. It actually takes a quite long time to write a worth-reading poem, it's hard especially if I let my laziness win.
But when I saw water, I feel better. . . .much better.
I walked towards the vast ocean and closed my eyes as I feel the breeze. This is the moment na mapapapikit ka nalang talaga kasi talaga nga namang ang sarap sa pakiramdam. Tila ba nakakalimutan ang mga problema sa buhay, at sa sobrang relaxing ay para bang ito yung magandang pagkakataon na tapusin ang lahat. . . .oo, lahat.
Alam kong nagsisilabasan na ang mga luha sa mga mata ko pero hindi ko ito maramdaman dahil sa bumubuhos na ulan.
It is dark and gloomy, as thick gray clouds cover the sky and block out the sun. The rain falls in a consistent, monotonous patter, adding to the dreariness of the environment. The air is cool and damp, the rain drops making a small splash as they hit the ground.
The only sound is the soft pattering of the rain and the screaming waves. Everything feels slow and somber, as if the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. The gloominess feels like a heavy blanket covering the entire town, making it hard for anyone to feel hopeful or inspired, just like me.
Every sound, every movement, seems muffled by the heavy cloud cover. The gloominess of the day is almost palpable, like it can be felt in every fiber of my being.
It is a perfect moment to end it all.
I walked slowly at the sea as tears stream from my eyes, my legs are shaking and my hands feels numb.
Every raindrop feels like it was telling me to continue what I'm planning to do. As I reached the what it feels to be my limit at the sea, everything just feels surreal.
A rainy day at the sea feels like a fantasy. The feeling of being overwhelmed by emotions, like a sea of feelings crashing down and pulling me under, as if I can't keep my head above water. Every step I take, memories is making flashbacks at the back of my head.
My mother and the food she used to cook that I will always love.
My father whom I never even met my whole life.
My friends and the memories we shared.
The people in Villahermoso that makes me feel that life's worth living . . .
My notebook . . .
. . .filled with the words I can't express.
My poetries . . .
. . . that makes me feel alive.
And the ocean—this mysterious ocean that will kill me seconds from now.
The thoughts are hunting me that I didn't even realize that I'm already at the deep part of the ocean. I see nothing but the fishes and the dark side of the sea.
I'll be a sunken corpse.
I'll be dead.
And it's okay, it's not like life's worth it to live with anyway.
I closed my eyes as I accept my fate— that I will eventually die and there's no way I'd be saved when something strange happened.
I already feel my last breath when I heard him yelling my name and pulling my hand back to the shore.
Nakakainis. Akala ko ay nasa tyangge siya at tinutulungan ang tatay niya.
Pero ang plano kong mawala ay hindi natuloy nang sumulpot siya.
"Mari! Nahihibang ka na ba—?!"
Napalingon ako sakanya nang tila ba ay na-realize niya kung ano ba talaga ang nangyayari.
He hugged me swiftly, and I immediately felt the warmth.
"Huwag mo ng gagawin 'to, Mari. . .please"
I don't know about that, Wes.
We'll never know if ocean will call me once again. Maybe the next time something like this happen, the supposed to be me at this moment will eventually happen.
He let go of me as he opened his backpack. My heart was racing as he hands me my now wet notebook, full of poems, with words that was buried inside me.
"Wag kang mag-alala, hindi ko yan binasa. Nakita ko lang yang tatangayin sana ng dagat kaya 'yan basa"
Patuloy pa rin ang pag-iyak ko habang yakap-yakap ang notebook ko. Niyakap niya rin nanaman ako, but it does not help me feel the warmth I need mentally.
"Hindi mo naman kailangang tapusin ang buhay, Mari" he whispered, it is still raining hard, with the roaring thunderstorms but still, I hear his voice very well.
"Pangit ang mundo, pero maganda ang mabuhay"
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The ocean holds a special place, Where I can let go of all my fears. The sound of waves and the salty breeze, They bring my heart to ease.
