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I was busy walking in every streets of Intramuros searching. But the event don’t want me to go through, there were no flashes of lights and sounds of melodies. What was there was the dim light of the moon, the silence of the night.
My courage told me to search and come but suddenly my sandals broke and when I looked up to the clock, the time whispered to my ears ‘its getting late’.
My heart lead me to those streets but those happenings keep knocking on that night.
Where would I go?
I am alone searching for the place that I do not even know the name. There was no one by my side to lean on. I don’t have a gift, what was I am holding at is the wishing bottle that I have spend my best doing it in that morning. I don’t even get dressed for that occasion. How I hope I had a genie!.
Ive tried to look at on every persons faces, hoping that there was someone to lead me the way. I find some but at a spit of a time, they were gone leaving me all alone again.
And then my mind told me how stupid I was!. I passed by those streets a couple of times alone but still I don’t have a way. Seems like I was invisible. I don’t want to be angry at somebody or bring the fault to them because a part of it was mine. But on that night I just felt that no one cares about me, No one wondered if Im just ok. No one taught that I am alone, No one understand that I am not all right. No one felt that I am waiting in vain. Just no one did!
All of this time I always think at somebody first before me but perhaps that night is the time to think mine first.
My legs are tired!
On the other hand, that was the time that I have only noticed the beauty of the walls; the brilliance of the lights. Giving me those sweet smile, whispering to me it was the gift of the night.
Suddenly I have noticed that I was walking towards the way to go home. Only when I was already a passenger I remembered the title of the place. Perhaps I was not destined to see those lights, to hear those music. I was walking alone in that road again. Maybe I was not destined to witness and become part of that special night.
Maybe I am just tired!
December 4, 2004
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Posted by lovelyann on 2008-05-20 05:24:20 | Rating: | Views: 26
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