T’was the Monday after the Verde Island weekend…
Like strands in a pensieve, series of thoughts streamed in my mind. Each time that I blinked, a vision of my past flashed in my brain like a strike of lightning. As I try to recall the specifics, I came to realize that there was a common denominator… in those events, I missed out on an opportunity in trade of sparing my pride from further injury.
Indeed, my silence deprived me of a lot of things; but I opted to cocoon my emotions and beliefs. This society has yet to understand my philosophy in life.
After being exposed to the trauma of several rejections, my mind is still bombarded with hesitations. I’m still trapped in katatonia.
I may seem to be transparent, because that is what I portray. In reality, however, this world is completely unaware of who I really am. People thought they know me well. Alas, I dare to rebut their assumption. Nobody knows me, not even my own mother.
Each passing day, I find myself succumbing to my weaknesses. Opportunities continue to pass like grains of sand…
Until the day I overcome all my fears…
My silent screams…
My lonely tears…
Will be the sole elements I’ll share my secrets with.
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