via Karl Aaron Galvez, Pressroom Philippines
I am the wildest when the streets are quiet. Emptiness invades me, and there's no way to hide. No way to escape. To mend this broken heart is like picking a mango in an apple tree. I always believe that sleep is the best therapy—the portal to dive to the personalized world I designed. The skies are dark and the moon replaced the sun. Closing these eyes is the best thing I've experienced in my life. Out of nowhere, unexpectedly, realization struck me strong and hard. A question formed inside: why is there a night?
Why can't the day be the night? Why do these dark moments always steal most of the treasured times? You are supposed to give me the strength and love, but instead, uncertainty and pain embraces me, and you're doing nothing to wipe them out. Nobody even cares about me because I'm strong and resilient, at least that's what they see whenever the sun shines bright and naked eyes can't see the light of the stars. The day is useless and the delightful times make no sense, for when the stars and moon light up the night, torture keeps turning back. It's night time. The fear of getting lost envelopes me again. Why is there a night? No one replied, for it's dark, I'm alone, and pain reigns my shattered heart.
