Monday, October 22, 2007

Intangible

Curious thing this unpredicted hunger for invisibility. Amidst cyclones of engagements, obligations, and ceaseless rivers of tasks to rise above, this sudden feeling to dissolve like clouds is ever-smoldering like restless ambers in the ecstasy of fury. To be forgotten like creased postcards. To welcome the dawn with complete incomprehension of names and emotions. To walk briskly in crowded streets and not see mirrors of your private voids and starvations. To slide through sunrise and dusk, concealed, voiceless, with nothing but dreams and laughter bouncing off inside like aimless flurry of fireflies in calm fields of drowsy wheat.

2 comments:

MISTERHUBS said...

Beautifully written as always.

loudcloud said...

misterhubs - thank you. i fear this will be laughable if i reread it a year later. meanwhile humor me, pa senti lang to. hehe