Mira — my closest cousin. She has been dating her boyfriend for the last three years that I know of. They were always arguing over something but always make up. I don't know how they have abundant mercy for each other. Maybe that happens when you love someone. Surely, I'd never know. Before we left the city, Mira and her schatzi decided to refused to be part of the government's plan. This means Mira and her parents are hiding in the sub-urban area along with Tom, Mira's beau. Were they captured, too? I really didn't pay close attention to the radio last night until I was too tired. Even if Mira is alive, how would she feel about him dying? Would she be indifferent in the midst of the mayhem?
I try not to over exaggerate for now. Things could've been worse, or will possibly be worse. My family is safe here with me, and I know that God is comforting me. That's all I have to know to escape the severe pain this world caused to my mind and my body. I am not a hypochondriac. Even if I am being one, I think my condition is self-explanatory. My body is lacking the nutritions it needs, and my brain is perplexed due to the lack of sleep. Soon, the government will eventually hunt for us. Things will be different and way more dangerous. I will have to get plenty of rest, so I decided to lie down on the sheets and blankets laid on top of leaves.
The moon is shining brightly across the sky — a perfect time to relive my life in the living room at our house in the city. The room is a place where everyone comes and go. It is full of life. Children like Mira and I used to play hide-n-seek and hid ourselves behind the couches, while the grownups sit and chat; it was comfort and energy. Out family gathered in the room every night to settle and worship; it's a place where we share our grief, tears, gratitude, and joy. The room itself is glowing brightly with vivacity. I don't want to wake up from this perfect dream into the shadowy world of reality. But, I have no choice. Only the memories I can relive. I will never be able to go back.
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