running.

i came anonymously, rushing towards the speed of light,
creating a sound no one can hear except my heart.
i whispered for comfort and vexed my heart for an infinite confusion.

a thousand times i looked around and i found no one.
i enveloped myself with protection my arms can give,
i cried and felt there were no tears.

i shuddered at the thought and gave a sigh,
i came shouting at every corner, and heard myself all over again, the same voice, the same calling the same shrill, it petrified me.

i stood for hours i stood,
and i felt my knees slowly breaking lose, but i still stood,
not moving,
not allowing weakness to run my body and ruin my life.

i asked for comfort, i asked for love.

for a million times.

the world, the people in it, i cannot explain but i can comprehend.
curiousity had me crawling for words over agrresive thorns,
prickling my vulnerable skin and wounded me whole,
but i went on,
i gasped for pain, mourned over my soiled body,
but i went on.

i know all my efforts will be counted.
i know i would never measure it up,
sum it up whole,
and then i went right on.


i was filled with bruises, blood was the major scent you could smell from a distance,
and i loved the thought,
that i did my part well,
that i never stood and watched,
that i came running for answers i knew i would never get.

though i sound frivolous and this maybe enchanting,
i loved how i became, how happy i was when i found pain at the bruises and learned that life would never be quite the same.


i ran. speed accelerated, heat pumping like wildstorm, i ran.


and i kept right on.

it is i.

we often find ourselves asking why?

and recognize that we are bound in a whirlwind countenance not made for us.

continually we ask,
continuously we fail to realize.

we are who we want to be.

consider the facts of reality and the restricted imagery you have in mind,
and drift away to worlds unknown.
not to be delusional, but to have faith, to believe once more. to reclaim our souls lost in a world mainly given for the rational but without hope.

come again,

i came to a point where i believed in miracles and was happy about it.
i ran into space and found myself at every corner and understood.

we fail to see what there is,
because we believe otherwise.

our soul sings with grace,
our edges are roughened, we are filtered, we are molded and we are no longer who we once were.

should we forget?

lose ourselves in the process and then lose our souls.?


it is i who began singing in the dusk and until dawn came with a shrug and cry.
it is i who prayed unconditionally when you were asleep,
and i found luxury at the thought.

it is i who loved you far more than you have understood.

it is i who will stay,
though worlds have created a distance i cannot comprehend.
it is I.


-to : Mel Kevin Ibañez