evil-desu
Sunday, July 29, 2007
I looked up the night sky a while ago. The skies were a sickly shade of purple and indigo, almost smoky, polluted even, in its degenerating state. Along with it, the lone moon was an ugly ball of orange, its wounds evident in the circular marks that are scattered along its surface. There were no stars, or it seemed that way, and the night never seemed so dim and gloomy.
Taking elongated strides on the site of the street, and hands balled up in the side pockets of my overused jacket, I look on to the dying space in front of me, growing bigger and bigger as I near its wake. A strong smell of crisp hay invaded my nostrils, and it was kind of weir really, since summer is long gone, and rain savaged the streets the past few days. But I really didn't care, so I planted myself on my favorite spot, just under the fruitless tree. I could hear a bug or two clicking and whispering incoherent mating calls.
I felt a little off, as I gazed to nowhere specific, and I closed my eyes for a bit, just to feel the murmuring of isolation. Or is it solitude? Maybe both. When I opened my eyes again, it was a little bit watery, from the reluctant get-away from peace. I couldn't focus right away, I was sure of that, seeing that I still have spots of whirring circles here and there. I tried to feel for something to hold on to, and surprisingly, I felt a hand that is not mine, open, and offering help.
I withdrew my hand instantly, acting out my instincts, as if I accidentally touched a hot plate. And it did feel hot, for some reason. Well, not scalding hot, but the warmth that the foreign hand emitted was multiplied to a great degree by the coldness and wetness of the storm's trails. I heard a silent rustling of leaves, and the owner of the hand was suddenly beside me, head draped on the my sagging right shoulder. What a mood breaker.
Before I could lay my eyes on the stranger, electricity flitted through my veins in a sudden manner, and I felt every tip of my hair freeze. I struggle silently, for I couldn't even voice out my scream. My body continued to betray my bidding, and I saw my reflection in the nearby murky puddle: I was a tad shade of warm pink, and eyes, almost black slits, in sheer anxiety. I couldn't move, and I felt the foreign body, previously draped over me, closing in, and for the first time, I see the stranger's face. And it continues to linger, though at a closer (I could say that, in all confidence) I could see it gradually moving towards mine. The image before me blinked from black to its flushed color, as the tree above continued to dance with the winds and the moonlight. I couldn't move. I wouldn't move. It's all a dream, I say.
I wake up with a start, short on breath, and almost choking on my own evil desires. I must accept death as my equal from now on.
Where will we be when tomorrow comes?
smiled at the sun again @ 8:28 PM,
2 Comments:
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At July 29, 2007 at 9:44 PM,
jose angeles. said...
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ano nangyayari sa sulat mooooooo
mas infrequent na, mas emo paaaa
this is why i'm hot this is why i'm hot this is why this is why this is why i'm hot i'm hot 'cause i'm fly you ain't 'cause you're not -
At July 30, 2007 at 9:10 AM,
sunkissedsmile said...
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Apparently, meron pala akong hibernation button, hahaha.