Poetry And Dreams 소설 & 이야기

I'm a writer With a dream I met him The man that I dream on The man that I want to have I met my dream "Hey di ka pa ba maglulunch?"Sabi nito. "Nope, Mauna ka na Ash" Sabi ko sa kanya habang nagtatype saki'ng laptop "Uhm, tinatapos mo yung story mo?" Tanong nito. "Yep, kailangan ko na magud eh ya' know" paliwanag ko dito

"Hindi ko maiwasang matakot, pakiramdam ko kasi ay ano mang oras mangyayari 'yon dahil tugma naman iyon sa buhay ko ngayon." "Not all bad dreams are warnings. Sometimes, they're just reflections of our anxieties or the darkest endings we hope to avoid. They're not signs of what's to come, just echoes of our deepest fears." Agad akong tumingin sakaniya. Seryoso naman siyang tumitig sa akin. Bahagya siyang ngumiti, ngiti na kayang magpakalma sa akin. "So don’t be afraid. Bad dreams are just shadows of our fears, They have no power over reality, just reflections of what we fear inside." Nakangiting dagdag niya.

Hindi ko alam na ganito pala yung mararamdaman ko the moment I have someone I can call as my friend. Matapos no'n ay napagdesisyunan na din nilang umuwi na dahil naggagabi na din naman. It was 10:30 in the evening and I was already preparing to sleep. I wonder what will be my dream tonight. Who will be the faces who's going to appear at my dream. Kung anong senaryo at kaganapan na naman ba na animo'y makatotohanan ang magaganap sa panaginip ko. Since that day, I always dreamed of some realistic scenario and one of it is when I met Yaela and Yuna. It was still not clear on me. How come they know me when I just met them in my dreams.

Gusto ko lang makialam, bakit ba? “Every tear I’ve shed is watering seeds, To grow a wild garden from buried dreams and needs, I’ll paint my own horizon with colors of hope – This restless soul won’t just learn to cope” Pinagpagan ko ang aking kamay at napapangiti nang makitang lalong umaliwalas ang paligid. And if fear is a mountain too steep to climb, I’ll lace up these boots and make it mine. No more waiting for signs or dreams slipped away –

Hindi niya ito kilala at lalong kahit na minsan ay hindi pa niya ito nakita, ang hindi lang niya maintindihan ay ang paulit-ulit nitong paglitaw sa mga panaginip niya. Ilang taon na rin ang lumilipas pero wala pa ring siyang nakukuhang pangalan ng lalaki. Her dreams are like a silent movies, they move as if they don’t have actions, and talk was if they don’t have voices. Sinubukan niyang itong hanapin, pero wala naman siyang ideya kung saan nga ba siya magsisimula.

Isang buwan na ang nakalipas ng mangyari ang gabing ‘yon pero hindi ko pa rin malimutan. Simula nung nangyari ang gabing ‘yon, hindi na ‘ko binabangungot, but then my dreams look more real and surreal. It was as if the dreams I had in the past became more vivid.