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Hot, Hot.
Hot. That’s all I can figure out as of the moment.
Of course
obviously, it is what’s happening. You, o “hot weather” envelops me and so I am
feeling this way… I may cry out in dismay and in annoyance, but what can I do? You
linger in me… until it is dusk already.
I can’t
find any other thing to keep me busy from thinking of you, “hot weather”. It pains
me to remember every single minute I spared with you, outside of my comfort
zone—the “air conditioning unit”. Although I want to focus on my studies, my
writings, my novels—you are THERE. God forbid, I do want to change the world if
I’d be Him for a day.
I feel
lonely when I am in this condition. Sometimes, I feel happy too. When it’s
cold, of course I would want the “warmth” as soon as you, “hot weather”, come
along. And if the “warmth” persists, then it’s the PAIN that seethes in. We absolutely
do things together. After all, it’s a tropical country (the Philippines) right?
Am I stuck with you, oh cruel “hot weather”? Should I just IGNORE you forever
like this? You’re amidst me, yet you don’t seem to bother how I feel. I don’t
think I leave any memory at all to you, for you “shone” on many other people. You
just show up when it’s your “time” as soon as it’s near noon, and set off when
it’s yet again “your time” as night approaches.
Why are you like that?
It’s good
that the moon sees me through. I love the moon. I’m fascinated by it. Just like
you, o “hot weather”; the moon follows me wherever I go. The moon is with me
during the night. “He” shines on me, bathes me with his “light”. This light of
the moon keeps me going on a cold night, and for that I feel that I am not
alone. It is through him that I still feel inspired, though he is the nearest
yet so far away. You know what, I could “travel” in two rides just to see him;
but heck, you’re like everywhere to me. At night, even though your “sun” has
settled down, you o “hot weather” still seem to be around.
Why do you
torment me like this?
The “moon”,
when I gaze at him, doesn’t look my way. He only appears wholly at the “night
of the full moon”. I sure wonder why there’s just this “one time” I got to talk
to him, and you probably ignored it just like that. Sometimes, I feel that the “hot
weather” is selfish; he does not let me go. Should I be the one to tell you
that, o “hot weather”? Wait till I garnered courage… I shall see my way to the “moon”…
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