Whispers
02-16-2011Wednesday
The weekly meeting dragged on, a monotonous hum in the background as my mind drifted elsewhere. A small mercy, the boss's absence, relieving the usual weight upon my shoulders. Yet, even in his absence, I couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, a mere spectator in this mundane dance of corporate life.
As the meeting concluded, a familiar sense of relief washed over me, like the gentle caress of a warm breeze on a sultry afternoon. But this respite was short-lived, for my thoughts soon turned to her – the one whose mere presence set my heart aflutter, like a butterfly caught in a gentle whirlwind.
Thursday
The jeepney ride home, once a simple commute, had become a battleground of emotions. Her proximity, a tantalizing temptation, threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade I had woven around my heart. Each stolen glance, a silent plea for courage, only to be met with the bitter taste of cowardice upon my tongue.
In a desperate attempt to regain control, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the familiar corridors of the mall, a silent sanctuary amidst the cacophony of city life. Yet, even here, my mind betrayed me, conjuring visions of her radiant smile, her melodic laughter echoing through the halls like a siren's call.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, I found myself standing before the familiar shelves of the grocery store, clutching items I had no need for. A silent admission of defeat, a futile attempt to fill the void within with material possessions.
In these quiet moments, I couldn't help but wonder – when did life become a series of fleeting moments, each one slipping through my fingers like grains of sand? When did the simple act of existing become a constant struggle against the tides of longing and desire?
Yet, even as these questions lingered, unanswered, a glimmer of hope remained. For in the depths of my soul, I knew that someday, perhaps, the whispers of longing would give way to the symphony of fulfillment, and the world would once again be painted in vibrant hues of possibility.
The weekly meeting dragged on, a monotonous hum in the background as my mind drifted elsewhere. A small mercy, the boss's absence, relieving the usual weight upon my shoulders. Yet, even in his absence, I couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, a mere spectator in this mundane dance of corporate life.
As the meeting concluded, a familiar sense of relief washed over me, like the gentle caress of a warm breeze on a sultry afternoon. But this respite was short-lived, for my thoughts soon turned to her – the one whose mere presence set my heart aflutter, like a butterfly caught in a gentle whirlwind.
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02-17-2011Thursday
The jeepney ride home, once a simple commute, had become a battleground of emotions. Her proximity, a tantalizing temptation, threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade I had woven around my heart. Each stolen glance, a silent plea for courage, only to be met with the bitter taste of cowardice upon my tongue.
In a desperate attempt to regain control, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the familiar corridors of the mall, a silent sanctuary amidst the cacophony of city life. Yet, even here, my mind betrayed me, conjuring visions of her radiant smile, her melodic laughter echoing through the halls like a siren's call.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, I found myself standing before the familiar shelves of the grocery store, clutching items I had no need for. A silent admission of defeat, a futile attempt to fill the void within with material possessions.
In these quiet moments, I couldn't help but wonder – when did life become a series of fleeting moments, each one slipping through my fingers like grains of sand? When did the simple act of existing become a constant struggle against the tides of longing and desire?
Yet, even as these questions lingered, unanswered, a glimmer of hope remained. For in the depths of my soul, I knew that someday, perhaps, the whispers of longing would give way to the symphony of fulfillment, and the world would once again be painted in vibrant hues of possibility.
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6 reactions
parang HS lang talaga...
ReplyDeletePara ngang isang scene from a high school movie. Hehehe. Talk to your crush na kasi. :)
ReplyDeleteang cute cute naman.. ahaha
ReplyDelete@Kyleyup
ReplyDelete@Will ayaw.. nauutal ako.. hahaha
ReplyDelete@c - e - i - b - o - h hahaha.. kakahiya
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