An Anecdote
Martin Buenafe 8/27/12
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The Luminous Light with an Endless Night
It was the last day of school, the exams had just finished, and today was the chance to say goodbye. I saw a friend of mine hiding at the corner of the eye, nothing more to most people than a background to the view. I had only caught a glimpse of him as I was putting down the last of my things. He’d been sitting down on a long cylindrical cement behind the vans, it was a place that only led further into the trees cornered to the walls that surrounded the school. It was the perfect spot to reminisce. I came to him; it seemed as if he was expecting me. For a long time, we’d been doing this same routine over the year; no one ever thought we’d be this close, especially us. We would either linger around places, or sit down and talk. We had a lot in common, but he did most of the talking; he had too many bad thoughts that went on about in his head. Bad memories, and the feeling of isolation, it was closer to him than his shadow, that’s how I saw it anyway. I’d only see him smile if he wasn’t gripping his own heart tight enough to cost him his own isolation, or something really lifted his spirit up.
I heard silence before words. It almost seemed like the final revelation would be an epilogue to his story, of what it used to be I hope. It hadn’t even started, and words were already trying to find its place in my thoughts. This was to be our last live conversation, it was about his father; a conclusion immersed in my head. Everything was clear now, but that didn’t stop the surprise that he’d just spoken before I came to a conclusion.
Winds blew by as our conversation ended. It’s always been there, complementing the atmosphere brought by words. Throughout all the times I’ve been with him I’ve always felt that he filled
2317
The Luminous Light with an Endless Night
It was the last day of school, the exams had just finished, and today was the chance to say goodbye. I saw a friend of mine hiding at the corner of the eye, nothing more to most people than a background to the view. I had only caught a glimpse of him as I was putting down the last of my things. He’d been sitting down on a long cylindrical cement behind the vans, it was a place that only led further into the trees cornered to the walls that surrounded the school. It was the perfect spot to reminisce. I came to him; it seemed as if he was expecting me. For a long time, we’d been doing this same routine over the year; no one ever thought we’d be this close, especially us. We would either linger around places, or sit down and talk. We had a lot in common, but he did most of the talking; he had too many bad thoughts that went on about in his head. Bad memories, and the feeling of isolation, it was closer to him than his shadow, that’s how I saw it anyway. I’d only see him smile if he wasn’t gripping his own heart tight enough to cost him his own isolation, or something really lifted his spirit up.
I heard silence before words. It almost seemed like the final revelation would be an epilogue to his story, of what it used to be I hope. It hadn’t even started, and words were already trying to find its place in my thoughts. This was to be our last live conversation, it was about his father; a conclusion immersed in my head. Everything was clear now, but that didn’t stop the surprise that he’d just spoken before I came to a conclusion.
Winds blew by as our conversation ended. It’s always been there, complementing the atmosphere brought by words. Throughout all the times I’ve been with him I’ve always felt that he filled