Mas pambihira ang mga hampas ng alon sa madaling araw kung kailan tulog pa ang liwanag. Mas buhay, mas kumakapit sa dilim. Sa dilim. Sa madilim na asul kung saan ko ba pilit na hinahanap ang sagot sa aking mga katanungan.
Bakit ba ako umuwi ng Pilipinas?
Bakit ba sinubukan ko ulit balikan ang buhay na iniwan ko noon? Buhay na tinakasan? Kinalimutan?
After all these years, why was I still there, scattering all the pieces of me in the form of water and color? Why was I pretending that my life wasn’t all black and white? That these colors were nothing but an illusion of how empty I was?
What was I doing?
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked the devastating waves that crashed themselves on my feet.
Sa nai
