***this again is one of my mindless blabberings, so pardon me if this may seem a bit senseless. ;)
It's during these silent walks at night that my mind tend to get too noisy inside my head, but this time, in a good way. The streets were empty, except for just a couple of straydogs and cats. The moon is just a thin sliver of silver light surrounded by thick dark clouds that somehow gives it an eerie yet mystical feel. The chilly breeze blowing, giving my skin goosebumps. The scene is just perfect. So when I got home, I just perched myself on one of the chairs outside and looked up to the sky, just enjoying the calmness of my surrounding.
After a few minutes, I'm not sure how long I was sitting there, an airplane passed by. That's when a sudden rush of nostalgia hit me. I remember doing the exact same thing as a kid, wherein I always wait for airplanes to pass by my house, just so I could make up stories for the passengers inside the aircraft. So that's what I did. It's so liberating to think that there are more stories out there, more complex than my own, which somehow makes some of my grumblings petty and therefore making it less significant.
I love making stories inside my head and one time, I remember telling my brother about this during one of our long walks around the Makati business district. It was late at night on a weekend, and since most of the businesses were closed at that time, the usually crowded streets were empty and serene. It was drizzling a bit so most people were just walking fast with their heads bowed low just so they won't need to open up their umbrellas. But I didn't want to do the same. Good thing my brother was gracious enough to grant my whims, so we walked slowly, giving me time to look up to the skylines, with him pulling me here and there just so I would not walk over some of the puddles or run through a stoplight.
The scene that amazed me most were the buildings that were mostly dark, except for a couple of windows that were lighted. So I told him how I make stories for these people, who in my opinion should be in other places, just not inside those buildings that were mostly empty. They make me wonder what kept them from leaving these empty buildings to join the melee of people outside, where most everyone were and were most everyone were supposed to be. It makes me think that me too should be like them, that I should be someplace where I'm not supposed to be in that moment.
For someone who is not that comfortable around people, these silent walks at night are the fastest way for me to regenerate my depleting energy stores after spending too much time interacting with a lot of different people at work. So now I sit here outside, watching the thin sliver of moon peeking through the clouds, as I breathe in the sweet chilly night air, counting slowly to three before I slowly breathe it all out and empty myself.
