there were several mortal shadows pass. some halt to give respect, while others just ate blasphemy for dinner. but most, catch and bag as a prize and bring them home, where they are stripped off all their unearthly beauty and shoveled their mortal heart with turmoil.then expect the next night, that they would return back to the same spot still waiting for the call that would ascend them to their proper place in the universe. waiting for that someone or something that would restore back what have been stolen from them--- their soul.
Friday, May 1, 2009
beings: just beings
there they were divinely walking in the middle of the darkness. their skin, glowing with fresh golden stardusts, continously being sprinkled by what looks to be cherubins from heaven sitting on top of the street post. even the streets kneel down as their ambrosial hair falls and graces the floor, scared of touching it. while the entire evening hold their silence because of their celestial presence. every night, as i risked myself home, i often pass these heavenly creatures like an immaculate apparition. they are such a feast in one's eyes that i couldn't take off mine from looking at them. but despite their deific figures, i noticed that there eyes were the most sorrowful things i have ever seen. they were like pairs of dark, mystical orbs that contain all the miseries and sorrow in the world. there was pain in mere looking at them, as if it is harshly tearing my chest apart. as if their stare was telling me, theyre damned: theyre not mortals nor gods, not even something that falls in between. they are beings with omniscient features but with a heart of a mortal, vulnerable of hurt and pain. something that they have to bear until theyre immortality is bestowed upon to them ,once again.