The rising sun is so beautiful for comfort. Though I would always prefer sunset over sunrise at any time, I cannot deny the obvious - el soleil this time radiates with soothing warmth and tolerable brightness. Nah, almost too good to be true...quite surreal...
Perhaps I am not just used to this sun-rising time. I used to wander the busy streets before the rays come shining down. For the past decades, I have eluded the solar-photons by compromising the number of hours I spend for snoozing. But things have changed. Though the duration of sleep has remained the same, I now meet the sun before even enjoying the relaxation offered by my bed...twisted...I work while the rest of the country (uhm, most of the rest ;) enjoy their dreams.
Perhaps, it takes time getting used to this 180*-degree-turn of events. I must be pleased by how I am not a slave to traffic at this time (as traffic builds up only in the opposite direction); I must be reassured that I will be home safe and sound and secured from the evildoing/s of Mr. Scratchers** (as MD aka manong driver always reserves for me a seat in the car where I can doze off without a care to the world); I must be thankful for the egg-filled breakfast that I always get to enjoy after telepathically imploring my sister/dad to prepare; I must be relieved after a night's work...I must be calmed, but I am not at peace.
Perhaps, this obscurity is not because of the time, or due to the strange sunrise. My PR and HBR seem too normal to be true for the heart to be considered alive and kicking. Considerably, I have survived. But I am barely surviving. The heart must be dead by now after all the in-the-face denunciations and what-nots. The recent past has challenged me so much so that I cannot help thinking about what will happen in the immediate future. I can hardly rest my case.
What is happening?
Something stirs deep inside, that which I could not understand...so help me, God.
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*I still believe 180 degrees is a better, if not the best, description for a life-changing turn than 360 degrees (which brings you right back to where you were before the turn)
**Mr. Scratchers is a name collectively describing evil men who almost made me reveal my superhero powers by forcibly acquiring my precious material properties.
