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Lumos Solem: A Child’s Game

Lumos Solem: A Child’s Game

Lumos Solem: A Child’s Game

I used to raise a hand towards the tiny openings of an old wooden platform, face my palm straight towards the ray of 7:30 AM sunlight, and watch the back of my hand luminously glow in crimsoned red as I feel the warm wave of heat where morning dust particles arouse in the air.

I used to listen to the most silent form of silence and get amazed by the awkward monotonous buzz that I hear drilling through the inner lobe of my ears.

I used to get amazed by my own heartbeat, and would suddenly remember that I just forgot that I was breathing.  Then it amazed me once again.

I used to step out in the patio right after the rain and enjoy the smell of petrichor arousing in the air.

I used to stare at thin air, and question why I cannot see the air.

I used to watch flowers very closely and imagine Thumbelina tucked up among the buds.

I used to look for tiny little mushrooms that grow on damped woods where orchids used to flourish, look for dwarfs, and pretend that I was Snow White.

I used to wonder how worms hide beneath the soil and still can breathe.

I used to believe that if I hide my face behind a wall, the rest of my body would be invisible.

I used to wish to have superpowers as I used to play pretend that I could move objects and start a fire through mental telepathy.

I used to run as fast as I can towards my bed upon switching the lights off in the fear that demons will run after me.

I used to believe that the scariest task a child was ever obliged to do was to go upstairs alone in the night.  Watching the stairs itself used to freak me out.

I used to believe that the scariest part in my room was underneath my bed where nighttime crawlies awaken after midnight.

I used to imagine that my whole family was being killed and that I was next everytime I hear thumps while I was taking a shower.

At times I used to wake up late and that the hallways and stairs were silent, I used to believe that I was already dead and that I was walking in the ghost realm.  Then I would start looking for my own dead body as I try to remember as much as I can on how I possibly died.

I used to own a Jane doll, a big walking porcelain doll, the prettiest among my dolls yet, which face I used to place down flat on a pillow and cover with used clothes before going to bed for her eyes used to freak me out everytime I get awaken in the middle of night.

I used to play with Donald and Mickey, and never realized that one day, they will become leaders in the US.

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Posted by on March 24, 2017 in Lyrics of Life

 

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Message To Self: Never Grow Up

Message To Self: Never Grow Up

​Dear little kiddo,

You have never grown up.

You have always loved the rain because you were never allowed to play in the rain.

You have always brought a chair out in the patio with a cup of coffee during rainy days just to pamper the amniotic tranquility that you feel as you stay indoor during a thunderstorm.

You have always loved to listen to the roaring sound of thunder and watch the immense trail of lightning as you find them intensely beautiful, dramatic and romantic.

You always had those hard times passing standardized exams because you never had a standardized mind.

You have always loved Math, but Math hates you.

You used to sleep in the night with one big book beside your pillow, which pages you randomly flip on to read on a daily basis, Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary.

You used to disappear from most family occasions, gatherings with friends, and from the rest of the world, as you prioritized the figures that should reflect on your Transcript of Records.

You have always believed that there’s a time and place for everything, and it’s called “College.”

You have always earned the taglines weird, nerd, different and freak, because your fields of interest were never the same as of the others.

You never compete instead, you always love to be different.

You never go where the crowd goes, for being in a group usually bores you.

Most of the nights, you lock yourself in your room as you play pretend that you’re in front of a class reporting about the new idea that you just read from a certain online article.

The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat always leave you with awe.

You have always forgotten the details that you just heard from your most recent conversations as you always occupy your thoughts with the details from those conversations that interest you.

You are always seen by the others as “head-in-the-cloud” type of person as your thoughts always wander in mid-day trancé.

You have always paid attention to the hypothetical conversations that keep rolling in your mind.

You have always loved to talk to the character that you created.

You have always wished up on the craters of the Moon instead on stars.

You have always loved to sing in the shower.

You have always loved to eat when no one’s watching.

You have always loved to watch Walt Disney Classic cartoons and Disney Animations.

You easily forgive yet, you hardly forgets.

You have always given everybody the benefit of the doubt.

You have always believed that there is goodness in everybody.

Your heart never hardens as your temper never tries.

You have never grown up.

Stay the same.

I love you just the way you are.

Love,

Your present self

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2017 in Lyrics of Life

 

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