As I Lay Dying

Hydie Mariel M. Adarlo @hydzmrl

The cold wind of the night was kissing my body, making me shudder. My feet felt heavy as I strolled across the bustling street of Batangas. I heard a sound coming towards me, the blinking lights started to envelop my whole figure as I watched it approach while I stayed rooted on the cold, black asphalt.

I blinked as the memories came rushing in. It felt like a high speed film depicting my life.

Slow, steady and boring, it has been two continuous years that she’s like this, since the day she moved away from her friends and family. She was once full of hope and looked at life like it was full of sunshine but now gloom was always present between her brows

Her life has been a repeating cycle. The days have been the same and the weeks remain as it is. Months turn to years and the creeping feeling of tiredness slowly wrapped all the life from her. She remains passive with what happens around her. The connection she had to the world and to others dims as time passes. She was so tired that she didn't want to live but was unable to die.

Then, another horn was sounded pulling me out of my reverie. It was as if calming my frantic thoughts and disruptive feelings. I gently closed my eyes and released the breath I was holding as I welcomed the impact of the crash. I am finally living with a smile haiku