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Another jeepney tale.
You passed by me.
Amidst the chaos that existed in the narrow hallway where the worlds of the students collided but remained isolated, you passed by me.
For a moment — in an eternal second when my hand glided with yours- our worlds overlapped. It was the time when you seemed to discover all the shards of broken glass in my life, transforming them into art. It was the time when I knew what ecstasy meant, what it felt like to be jumping on the clouds of heaven. It was the time when every particle of my body ignited with too much joy and passion that I desired nothing but to wrap you with love. And it was the time when I unmasked your world – the world which only had one masterpiece: her.
In your world, everything was black and white. In there, you kept even more shattered pieces of glass than I did. Just vast darkness could be seen; there was no heaven. Every particle of your body ignited with flames of desire, longing. Anger. But she just remained there, calming you down just with the sight of her eyes, serving as the only beautiful existence in your devastated world.
Our hands glided, and after what seemed to be forever, our worlds went back to independently existing; my world returned to being a mess, while yours continued to be the only hell with an angel.
I looked at you. But you looked far beyond the chaos, reaching for your angel, your masterpiece, who shall never save you.
Our distance grew greater, and in a blink, you vanished. But I was certain — really certain- that to me, you were not just a passer-by — you were my masterpiece I yearned to free.
Howling Contemplations 