The Ears You Lent Me

I was always never heard.

I laughed, talked, and shared to everyone the stories I thought would make them want to listen to what I had to say. However, every time, I always preferred to just sleep and cast myself away.

Sleeping makes me unwary of reality.

But, in my dreams, there is that one person who listens, who responds, and one who looks at me as if every story I tell is some "important news".

But dreams are dreams. They change, they vary, they end.

That was the last time I saw him, as he got smaller the further he walked away. The eyes who once looked at me as if I was some glass who would break any second, the hands who once held mine in nights I wanted not not wake up, and...

his ears he always lent me when the world was deaf.

At that point, I started to also dislike sleeping.

But He always works His ways.

Sino bang mag-aakala na that one person who had a blurred face but clear eyes in my dreams would exist in the world we like to call

"reality".