3rd night of March, 62nd day of the year 2017. Everyone's outside, hanging out together with their loveones. Just like me who is sitting here silently watching alone. Remembering the things I once had, I once hold to.
Cold gust of wind caresses my body as chills runs through my spines. Flashing lights delighting my eyes while every music, here and there making my ears bright. The once quiet shrine of Aguinaldo has now been filled with people painting smiles while enjoying the dancing elegance of this colorful trans. I wonder how long does this lasts. How long does this place will comfort me when no one is there to give me one.
1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8. There's a group of teens practicing on my left with sweats from their hardwork running down from their head. The music from the live band a few steps away from here is making contrast from the elegance of the one in Aguinaldo's mansion. Although it is dull, it doesn't affect the serenity of the place. Like you are been sung a lullaby. Been held by your mother in her arms. Each songs played, the mood changes, my feelings swayed. It melts when it's cold. It hardens even when it is torching hot. The time is ticking, everyone's slowly moving out. As the night's continues to go deep, the people are slowly drifting and vanish.
Couples will be seen here and there. They're like sticky rice cake, sweetened by sugar melted to stick. Glued by each other's charms, they held each other through the end of this night. The sad songs are playing, making this whole place emotionally magical. And now, with tears gushes out from my eyes, I silently watch----the judging eyes of the people striking in me.
And there I see, in the long distance, with a blurred face, a pair is on a quarrel. An argue that may end up into break up. I just watch them, with my mouth shut close. I just watch them with nothing painted on my face to show. Two kids were playing, passing infront of me smiling, giving me a note saying 'don't worry, it will ease out'.
The cold night continues as I noticed that I'm the last one left to leave. To notice that I am the only one to walk this place out. For the last time, I wiped my tears and smiled. With a final drop, I stood up and started to go back on track.
