Days In The Sun (BL)

EZRA 12:15 AM

I hate cancelled flights, I should be home by now but the flights were cancelled due to strong winds of the typhoon that just passed the region. I drag my bags out of the airport, the airport's crowded so I decide I wouldn't stay there since my flight's been rescheduled tomorrow, once outside, I'd say Siargao at dawn is the combination of cool and warmth, I booked a ride from here to take me back to General Luna, that's about an hour away but hotels are great there. 12:20, twenty minutes since the start of a new day, it's a wonder how a lot of us are still awake right now, what else can get you to stay awake at this hour aside from insomnia? The street lights in this place, they're like the artworks I saw on twitter artists, so serene. Imagine if everyone who stayed this late were destined to be awake at the exact same time of the day, like a connection, isn't that what destiny meant? I take my phone and type my password "5J857" I made that up, just matched numbers and letters as the phone suggested, maybe it's destined to mean something relevant. I don't know.

I arrive at the hotel by 1:30 AM and the guards greet me with smiles, people are so friendly here, I wish I could stay here forever but of course, for some reasons, I can't. At the lobby, the lady greets me with a huge smile.

"Sir you're back! Have you decided to stay a little longer?" She asks me.

I put my bags down and smile back at her.

"No, my flight got rescheduled to tomorrow so I guess I'll stay for a day only." I tell her. " Is my room still available?"

She nods and takes some papers from under her desk.

"Yes sir! Do you want me to get it ready for you? You'll have to sign these papers again sir."

"Sure please" I said and then took the pen and filled out the forms.

From the side of my eye I can see her dialing on the telephone and telling someone to get my room ready.

She smiles at me though her smile never seemed to fade, it just got wider, I'd like to say it's the second time she smiled at me today.

"Your room is ready, you know the way sir, you've been staying there for five days." She says mockingly. I make my way to my room, I open the doorknob but it's locked, I forgot the keys. I went back and told the lady I forgot the keys, and she laughed because she forgot it too, I managed a smile.

I went back and opened the door, put everything in and strip myself to my boxers and lie on the bed. I think about how the lady mocked me for staying in this room for five days, that's equivalent to the days I spent here. Hugging the pillows, expecting for comfort that no one else has right now. My phone rings, I look at it and it's just the alarm I set for 2 AM. There's a lot of things I could do at this time of day, I could work on my art— digital art, or I could listen to music, I could masturbate— but that would just make me sad, just another reminder that I have no chance on a sexual life and that's just, tragic.

"To build something new, in order to begin we must accept the end of something." That's a nice qoute I don't know where from, I saw it on twitter and to the one who wrote it, it's nice. To accept something, you have to feel comfort over the loss, that's something I'd like to add, before I got here, something happened, an end to something, a loss. I couldn't help but grieve over my loss. Like how liquids evaporate from the soil up to the clouds and fall again, reuniting with the earthy sand as if it loves it. That's a cycle, like me, like everyone else because we, we are all stuck in our own cycles,

I pick myself up, I spent so much going here, I wanted to find something I'm missing before but I wasted five damn days cuddling myself here in this room as if I was on Baguio. A lot of people like it here, I guess I didn't open myself out there. I like the people here though, they're a lot friendlier than people on cities, I guess civilization removes kindness out of the list of traits a progressive city should have. But that's just it, the people, I haven't seen any places here but social media suggests there's more to this place, if I had the chance to explore, would I have loved it here too? Maybe that's why my flight's been rescheduled, i get one last shot to experience the paradise that Siargao is.

I packed my wallet and license on a zip-lock bag, then a monopod and earphones and then I put them all on my string bag. I'm wearing a navy blue polo that I miraculously packed, and a khaki shorts. Then I make my way to the early hours of this island.

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DAYS IN THE SUN 2020

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