In a warm sunny afternoon … with the breeze starting to kick in and slowly caressing my face … feeling a little off beat … and staring blankly past the wild ocean that seemingly blankets the unlikely beauty of our reality.
Wallowing myself of the bitter past had me finding myself at the crossroads; filling my head with constant interrogation — where to? what now?
Do you ever feel at home but so out of place? If so, how or where do you place yourself then? And if being honest is the simplest form of answer to all, why can’t we just voice out how we truly feel without being mocked, judged or worse — bullied?
Would it be too much to ask for a miracle just this once? Or do we simply have to make painful sacrifices while trying to reason out to ourselves that after all this is over, it will be a rewarding experience nonetheless?
This is preposterous that I’m beginning to imagine what life could be like with all the pictured images of distraught in my head just being let out in the open. Can you imagine yourself being in the same shoe? Probably not.
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