Have you already asked yourself of how many times have you overhear people’s conversation.
There is a Filipino joke I had learned when I was a child. “Dr. Jose Protacio Mercado Rizal y Realonda “Dr Jose Rizal or Pepe by his nickname” was killed in whispering and eavesdrop”. It is a silly joke made by people who has a great wit.
Is eavesdrop over the phone bad? that is the question i was wondering one night.
Hearing over conversation on the phone is a one major vice. Yet, in my position, I’m the one whom he was talking too. I think he was postulating I was already somnolent, and not listening on things he was saying.
Breaking out from silence, I know from the start that he likes me, yet he is already commit to somebody else. I don’t want to be a wall flower on disguise, waiting for his attention.
“Was it bad overhearing him stealing a second saying he loves me while he thinks I was sleeping?.”
For the whole night I asked myself if do I have to hear it? Are those word right for me? Am I in the right place?”.
I am trying to get over with him knowing he cannot be mine. And I am now happy on whom I’m with every sleepless nights i have. Now, I really cannot imagine on how things turn all the way around. Before, I’m the one who is always steals a moment to say i love you on the phone but now he is the one doing it.
It is a heart that rips in two pieces with wound that secrete falling tear on the heart surface. A fragile girl, which trap in a world of dreams and fantasy in which she surrenders herself into her emotions. A world which she call it her own and a vulnerable one. She was caught into the walls of imagination. With high, unreachable walls, she tried to climb up to set herself free. Free for what her heart is asking for.
Seeing herself in the facade of her inner most self makes her feel weaker and weaker. All opportunities are wasted, throne and vanished. Piece by piece she help herself to draw to what is call the reality. The reality is only at the other side of that wall, mirrored with translucent faces of the memories.
The shadow of dream and affection visits her every night. The voice of wonder and unspoken reveals her total unique self. Some might think she is mad but others will say she is in love. This unique girl is drowning from her zeal. She carries it wherever she go and whatever she do. The truth about her will still uncover and it will speak on her behalf that she is madly in love.
“This is how I felt when I drew this image. I was left all alone and my heart is unstable. My hand reacts to what my heart tell me to do.”
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