Past 4:00am I was driving along EDSA. The cool BER month breeze blowing through my ears as I counted the streetlights pass me by. Five minutes more, I had to close the windows. I thought I needed to get away from people. My vision began to blur as tears started to circle my eyes. I had to close them from time to time to see the road clearly. As if closing them were enough to help me clearly see what life has in store for me. It wasn't.
The radio's volume was up, and deaf was all I'd ever be. Cars piled up behind me, yet their blows of horn was as shallow as butterfly's whisper. People said I move on too quickly. But last night, I asked myself, why the tears? Why in pain?
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