So I dashed through the halls of my sanctuary and tried to
escape its chaotic ambiance. I run outside and passed through a narrow path. I
feel naked so I tried to run more and hide. In front of me was a dappled tree. I stopped and stand underneath its sturdy
branches as I watched the world move on a kaleidoscope. It was a messy place, diverse, everything seems cluttered
until I got a knock from my behind. The
blaring figure in front of me suddenly stopped as it swiftly blurred and
calmed.. the world, the time and all the slip-ups ..they stopped, everything
stopped, everything but you.
You are a stranger, a beautiful stranger.
You have a precious eyes, the sweetest voice and the
nicest heart
The eyes that see nothing but a glittering stone, a voice
that speaks about the meekest truth and a heart that bears the nicest fruits
That sweet,enticing smile made me feel anxious. I tucked my
hair behind my ears and tried to fix that bulky coat covering my face. There
was a follow up question that made me feel more tensed and chilly “where are you going?”.
Nowhere. Nowhere really.
But I gobbled everything up to answer with “nowhere. Just
waiting” I know with what I said, there was still something within me that
still anticipates for that another bulk of chances. It was very tiring. With
all the running and hiding, I noticed that the world will do nothing but force
me to run not towards but to the place where I once dwelled upon and over, my
sanctuary.
The place was a dark, cold asylum with a little spec of
light passing through its smallest window. It used to be the nicest place I know. The
nicest place on earth. It was a happy place filled with hopes probably dreams
and chances. I didn’t know how the loudest cheers suddenly deemed down but as
the lights wavered, sweet ambiance lowered.. I felt as if I have to break the
strongest walls present on my cage, wreck what hinders and pull off the
beautiful face of the world.
I walked myself out and tried to
diminish the memories of the history.
I run I hid I stopped. The
universe suddenly crumbled and made a way out for me and my sanctuary to fall
apart……….(for us to later on fall together). So the world stopped as I did and
right now as we humbly exchange our tamest sentiments.. I believe that there
could only be two reasons why the “now” exist:
One is for you to stand and wait
there with me and two is for you to tell me to stop waiting because you’re
already there.
We could watch the rain pour down
but we can walk the muddy roads as it rains, you can stand there with me and
wait but you can hold my hand as we drift away from the dappled tree.
There are things, there could only
be two things. And if we could only allow ourselves and the chances to grows, if we could only destroy the boulders that
binds our histories and if we could only get the courage to
drift away from the dappled tree.. then.. everything will be as good as great
