Rizzalyn Vales

LINES (Journal) And now I can no longer write the saddest lines to satisfy my need to make a song coz it’s already written in the streets and in the eyes of the people whose eyes are all dried up from tears. I can see madness through the lines that people drawn to tell others to stop but keep on crossing it. Some were hailed by a few blind followers that it made them forget to look at those who pleaded mercy. I can hear whispers and it’s louder than those chants that’s repeatedly ringing during those handshake event in the streets. I can see dirty bubbles in their mouths whenever they say ‘I love you, people’ and makes me think of those they call inferiors whose mouths watered because of hunger. It’s sad when a sad story was turned into just a plain story coz it’s being patched up with tainted “truth”. And tellimg the real “truth” becomes an act of terrorizing people’s minds. We live in the world when Libra isn’t being recognized. In this world, personal interest matters most to some, or to most. And just because one won’t get affected by the flood and fire, doesn’t mean they are the only sons of their god. By believing that they are lucky enough, little by little they’ll be drown by priveledge. The GOD I came to know since I was little is good enough to teach us to be compassionate with those who do not have something that we have. Maybe we are worshipping the wrong god. This country is where you can find gems and gold bars inside a man’s pocket and blindingly consider their ‘goodness’ as a person, as a father for them not to be condemned. Note that they’ll be doing their handshake events, too. Soon… Actually, the devil is here on this land and she wears heels and neck braces. She’ll soon attend immortality classes from the man who witnessed history but failed to write the best edition. It’s strange that there are a lot of people here who loves picking up trashes that came from others’ mouths and yet this land is still full of trash and dirt. I’m contemplating if I’ll sleep while thinking if sooner or later, my rights to rest my bones on this ground is slowly being taken away by monsters we call friends. I’m disoriented. I’ll get back to this post later. I still have time to call this place my own. But I’m praying, that people would come to realize the value of the word “We.” As long as the spirits of nature are with us, we will embody the traits of the deities and we will protect the soil that gives life before we turn into ashes.