Still in dazed, I alternately watch the three Capiz balls through the bamboo curtain. They are actually five but the two aren't lighting. The three can give just enough light for me to witness my arms engulfing my knees, like a fetus in sitting position.
Being in that moment makes me more aware of the vessel where my soul is renting unlike when it 's daylight when it feels like no one's home. And maybe it's that so because I'm probably out there where I am expected to front matured, established, and ready to conquer the world.
Back to that moment, chatter nor beeping car is inaudible except for my breathing, a faint sighing, yawning, and yearning - to be free from all the things I'm obligated to do and to do the things that feels freedom; things I have a choice to defy yet too afraid to try.
There are dreams of mine as bright as those Capiz balls that I won't get tired of Netflixing. But their lights, in daytime, are almost always overpowered by the sun to the point I can no longer distinguish which one is impaired, which one is not, which one is about to?
If I look at the lanterns through their lenses (and distance), I may dismiss them all as damaged. But if I look them up through my eyes, even on a broad day light, I can tell with accuracy where the three shining bulbs are.
I can see my dreams better than they do. But it's up to you to believe who. Do you believe them that your dreams are damaged, implausible or far-fetched? Or do you believe at least three of them are not?
BINABASA MO ANG
Collection of Essays
No FicciónEssay is a short piece of writing on a particular subject. This is a collection of essay that I'll try to pile up whenever I feel the need. It expresses my inner most thought, opinions and ideas about love, family and life in general.
