Kapag nagsabi ka sa iba na malungkot ka, o depressed ka, o hindi mo maintindihan sarili mo... minsan napapagod sila. Minsan sinasabihan ka nalang na madrama ka o maarte, or hindi mo tinutulungan sarili mong maging masaya.
But once words are used in poetry, it becomes art sa mata at pandinig nila. You become 'deep', 'romantic', 'passionate', etc. They eat your words like chocolate and drink your emotions like wine.
Finally, you have a voice. Finally, they listen.
But to you, it's all the same. The pain, the sadness, the eerie silence, the void, the darkness.
You see, in our society, you are only allowed to express your cry of help if you can make it attractive and pretty.
Pero paano yung mga hindi nakakagawa ng kanta, ng tula, ng drawing na papasa sa mata nila? Oh, you'll see them write, okay. Paragraphs or wordless feelings, written down on lines you'd find on their wrists, their arms, or their thighs.
Sentences. Complete thoughts written across the prison of their skin.
- Shine
12/30/2015
