Geared Up for a Change

I could use the hands of time to plunge deep into the seat of my memories and unlock the messages therein lies. Veritably at my own predilections, I could turn the tide into my favor and exhaust it 'til it summons for more oxygen to achieve equilibrium.

But in the past, I succumbed even to most finicky of whatever lies inside the corners of my mind. I succumb to self-inflicted pain. I mastered the art of self-pity, mulling over the unecessaries. I fancied over the illusion of ghosts and vampires I created.

All these are perfectly impressed in the memento of my soul. And it was as if that isn't enough. I started recording each blow, each fatal encounter, each misery-turned-absurdity into this virtual prism of visuals and pixels.

With words adjunct another, I created a mixture I have called profound but in truth shallow, mischievous, and loud--a melange that others tiresomely peeped through.

There are a fingerful who noticed me, who heeded to my subconsious desire for attention. In fleeting seconds, they penetrated my angst, read my soul, and reacted either mildy or harshly at my rantings-cum-vexations.

But like any larvae who had to undergo metamorphosis and fulfill its awaiting destiny, I too, must have my own share of a transformation that I craved for so long. From here, I could smell the sweet scent of emancipation. I could taste the sumptuous dish of freedom prepeared before me by the gods.

The favor is on me. I sense serenity popping any minute by now.

More than ever, I am now ready to use the hands of time to plunge deep into the seat of my memories and unlock the messages therein lies. I am never gonna let my past haunt me more. I'm gonna grasp smartly the uncertainties that my future entails.