Six in the morning.The invisible sun was up but it was freezing. I walked around the empty lot. The morning breeze blew my hair and tickled my skin. No one’s around. I could hear myself breathe and ponder. I could hear myself. I could feel myself. I could feel my existence. I felt alive. It’s nice. It’s sad. I’ve enclosed myself so much in my own shell that I only feel alive when I’m alone. When I can hear myself breathe. When I can feel my heart beat. Maybe it’s time to come out of the prison I’ve put myself into and start living again. Maybe.
Canon 1000D | Gulod, Batangas | 12.27.13