PHAngelGadiel
Eternal Poster
I'm at the window
where rain used to splash wild patterns on glass,
but today the sky is just gray, not furious, just exhausted.
Like myself.
It is peculiar to me that silence is louder,
once your own world has collapsed around you.
It buzzes in the corners,
rings in the stillness of pauses.
And in silence,
I can continue to hear the words that I tried not to say.
The city is underwater-like,
where individuals running around like they are already late for a destination,
yet never for anything.
Today, I let it all happen without me.
Not in defeat but in defiance.
I'm here. No matter what.
Even if everything else is different.
It used to seem to me that strength was movement.
As in being the kind of person who would not flinch,
who would laugh too hard at the right times,
who was too busy to notice the burden
of questions that has never been answered.
where rain used to splash wild patterns on glass,
but today the sky is just gray, not furious, just exhausted.
Like myself.
It is peculiar to me that silence is louder,
once your own world has collapsed around you.
It buzzes in the corners,
rings in the stillness of pauses.
And in silence,
I can continue to hear the words that I tried not to say.
The city is underwater-like,
where individuals running around like they are already late for a destination,
yet never for anything.
Today, I let it all happen without me.
Not in defeat but in defiance.
I'm here. No matter what.
Even if everything else is different.
It used to seem to me that strength was movement.
As in being the kind of person who would not flinch,
who would laugh too hard at the right times,
who was too busy to notice the burden
of questions that has never been answered.
sobrang deep, bawat verse walang tapon. Ito yung masasabing "write to E×ρréšš"