Remedy

The world is on top of my table, with all the greasy spots of forgotten memories; a lot of flavorful events and a couple of porcelain plates, which in the end turns out to be a fake. Just like the smiling faces around my place.

Every second ticks like there is no tomorrow. Every minute eats up all the remaining air that I can breathe. Every hour kills the hope that remains in my heart.

Still…

        that is an understatement.

Nobody can tell what I am thinking. In the first place, nobody even cares. I too cannot see their life stories. I too DO NOT CARE.

All I see are the fake smiles of my neighbors, the hidden grudge of my so called friends, the jealousy of my colleagues, the unwanted greeting from strangers, and the wavering care of life.

Sadness, happiness, sorrow, hope, pain, relief, grief, and exaltation. All are contained in the small, wounded, yet strong walls of my heart. Some say that was too much. Some may argue that was not enough. Some questions, still some would not mind. Some may even say none of it was true.

Still, nobody’s comments are important because none of them are part of my life.

    But who are they?

       Who own those smiling faces I see?

    Who spoke those words that hindered my growth, my faith, and my desires?

They are not only a few but they are…

       YOU.

               Yes, you.

        YOU are one of them.

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J. M. Salgado

This is for the unraveling thoughts of a Filipina trying to understand the creatively altered life of herself and the environment that she lives in. Learning to live the life through writing.

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