It was 730pm, and I was midway through EDSA walk, about to go home. I had panicked earlier, after discovering that my cellphone was missing. I retraced my steps to the RSF, and it was a good thing I found it there, or else I'll be crying for a whole day on my loss.
And then there it was, when I glanced to my right: the trees adorned with rectangular capiz lamps, radiating a surreal glow that is surely not of this world. I slowed down and stopped, taking in the beauty, taking in the delight, taking in the tinge of--what did
Portia call it? loneliness?--that stung me as I gazed.
No, I won't go on saying that I feel sad, empty, or emotional, for that matter. I have locked away my tears, far where I can't summon them, even if I wanted to. I have spent my days feeling happy, like everything was in place, which is true...but not quite.
I yearned to lay my bags down and sit on the benches, under the inviting light of the lamps. But I didn't.
Days have passed, and I have un-learned the ability to be sensitive to what I feel. Besides, in this university, all you have to do is join too many orgs, shoulder too many responsibilities, and immerse yourself too much in acads to forget.
Forget how it is to be warm, to beam, to radiate an inner glow...
A few seconds pass, and I remembered that it was night. I tore my eyes away from the vision that has awakened too many emotions, regrets, dreams, and
hopes, hopes, hopes--I walked away, to wait for tomorrow, for the halls to become empty, for darkness to envelop this garden--just so I could gaze at those lamps once again.
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