“What do I feel when I don’t want to feel?” I ask myself this question as I get down from the car.

It’s rained just a while ago. I breathe in the salty sea breeze. The road’s muddy & you can hear the waves roar. I follow them soon after.

I stand by the railings, watch the waves crash on the concrete blocks. I’m standing under a lamppost. The light almost blinds me.
I can hear familiar voices approaching this way. I switch places in a moment.

You only understand darkness once you know how to step out of the light.

I start walking. Fluorescent lights illuminate the sea port. The starry sky has lost this fight. From here, all I can see are silhouettes. I turn back.

There’s a group of people sitting by the shore. I sit behind them on one of the blocks. To me, they also look like silhouettes. But these ones I recognize. I take out my phone, snap a photo. It doesn’t come as expected. And so, I put my phone down.
Silhouettes don’t need a place to belong.

They start singing another song; the kind of song that breaks your heart.

I join my voice with them.

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Silhouettes | August 15
Patenga Sea Beach