I had a dream

Dusky sky enveloped my surrounding as the black dog howls wildly at the moon. It should be a night the same with my monotonous night life but the sound of crickets can not be heard. The chandelier made of shells swayed to and fro yet I did not felt even a slight gust of wind. I have become numbed on its occasional movement. After all, ghosts can not kill us if we don’t allow them to. The clock hanging on the aged mahogany cabinet has stopped counting time. I always hated sleep and tonight I told sleep to get away from me. Three knocks on my door made my heart and feet jump. With my hand on my heart, I answered the door to see who came to disturb me in my moment of solitude. He was a man with a face I can not see for I was blinded by darkness. He was a herald, he told me, with body that seemed to be shaped by his struggles in the mountain. He is strong, I thought. My mind listened intently to him; with profoundness in his voice and words my heart was struck. I am called and I must come with him to carry out his mission that is a matter of life and death…and of freedom. Moments later, I was in a state of dilemma. I know contradictions are hard to resolve and my emotions are impairing my judgments. I can not come even if I believe in him not because the idea of death cowed me. I have seen death many times for it is everywhere; in school while I listen to my professor bully me, in the streets as the cops give us a taste of their truncheon, in the mountains as I fight with my heart and head.

Death is not only about your breath and heart stopping. It is also giving life for wherever death is, a life will soon follow.

I can not come because I don’t have a built similar with him- one that could endure cold nights of long walking and heavy loads, but I sure have a heart the same with him. I should know for I felt it when our gaze crossed. He left when I refused his heed, with heavy heart I suppose. And blankly, I stared at the moon as it grows fully into a man, into something unfathomable, and the earth below shook as if trying to banish a feeling of misery, and slowly it shattered into pieces of life and death.

The night will soon give way to the day. Some say that after the darkest part of the night, the light of the day will come next.

I woke up with my fist clenched in my heart. A tingling sensation crept inside of me, tearing me, breaking my bones and body. My breath chasing the next time I take in life. I saw dark clouds sheathed me and swiftly carried me to sleep. I should have known that sleeping felt good.

Eventually I will be transformed to an idea that is bulletproof…an idea which will only meet death when forgotten.



---This is my first attempt to write a creative essay. I made this during our practicum in Rizal.