Completely Inside of Me

After clasping my time in the elevator, I found myself free after it opened up its doors. I was overjoyed and ecstatic seeing my past again, waiting for moments to pass by, and not worrying about the rush of daily life.

Splashing the space in my head was the color of purity: white. I was in an airplane on flight. I felt like a hero, proud above anyone else, like a bird with a bird’s eye view. I was beside the clouds, like a child loving sweet cotton candy. I felt being cuddled and hugged, stable as a stuffed toy; the feeling of courage, understanding, love and loneliness within me. I felt clean, as neat as the best students in grade school, and as regulated as strict parents. I realized that I was on an airplane on the way to the sea. It was summer vacation and I was to visit our house along the sandy beach.

The color blue was spluttered in me. It felt like drinking water, but I wasn’t drinking, I was drowning with a glass of water and even worse was that I was enjoying the sensation of it. It was peaceful; it felt like holding the Philippine flag: courage and power amidst disarray. The feeling of conformity was blue with the feeling of the uniformity of a pause, a hail to the kings to bow down, and thinking as freely to be the same. It was the sea, full of friendly fishes and their predators. I was swimming: diving, fluttering around the beach that had a strong sense of vacation paradise.

Going back and traversing through, entanglement is what people have a lot to deal with. They need to disentangle in order to smoothen their past and go unto the plains of the unstoppable present.

Reminiscing the past is an awfully exciting way to get back into action, gathering strength and experience through past actions. However, not all memories lead towards the strengthening of one person due to different human psychology and background, placing others into a different light, in which we should all understand and help out.