its been days and nights since i first heard the parade of hundred thundering gallops inside my chest. it was the kind of parade that could make the earth crumble into million pieces. for nights, i am also hearing names that would immediately steal the graces of my slumber. while for days, i would catch myself into deep drowning recesses.
until finally, i have decided to asked for higher wisdom.
at age 23, the shaman have bestowed upon me the worst sight of them all. when i am at the peak of my youth, when i have already put almost my entire life for this, and i am more than prepared and ready more than ever or anyone--- he have forbidden me to fall in love.
the parade roared louder than ever before and my chest was obliterated like a lonely and dusty desert.
tonight, i will listen to the saddest lullabies again thinking that their is no such thing as thundering parade.
*how to say that i am diagnosed with hypertension and enlargement of the heart, the dabo way.