Vernie Naraja, November 8, 2012
Like being awoken from a deep slumber by a thunder;
Like a vase being smashed into shards;
Like a glass window being stricken with a baseball bat, its broken pieces flying everywhere;
Like a candle lit out with one blow, making darkness fill the room;
Like a car that has come to a sudden halt
Or a gadget whose battery has run out;
Like a rubber band that has reached its elastic limit and breaks;
Like being pricked by a needle for the very first time
Or accidentally scraping your knee;
Like how a kid feels when she unintentionally drops her candy;
Or how it feels when a bully tears your first masterpiece;
Or when your castle of sand is blown by the wind;
Like walking in stiletto heels for long hours;
Like flunking in a major exam and getting grounded for weeks
Or listening to music you really hate;
Like being humiliated in front of the public;
Like exerting so much effort and getting nothing in return;
Like an alarm clock pulling you away from fantasy and back to reality;
Like being tortured for falling in love;
When you innocently thought it was not a crime
That, just so you know, is how I felt when you left.
