2 AM. The rain started pouring down. Just like me. Down.
I opened my door.
The past weeks this door have always been closed. Per request. I hate closed doors, actually. They signify unwelcome gestures. They limit your vision of the outside world. But because I wanted to change I have them closed.
I stepped out. I felt the rain. Its coldness dampened my face. The cold rain. The cold air. My cold heart. Perfect cinematic effect.
I started walking towards the Capitol. Cebu's air suddenly felt so fresh.
So refreshing. Walking in the rain. I just walked, walking where ever my feet brought me. My head became a mindless entity. My feet did the thinking.
Thirty minutes of rain surely have dampened me. The tears were washed away. Gone.
I breathed again.
I went inside C24 to get a beer. I drank the icy coldness when Samson played on the radio. I love you first. I love you first. I choked. I've cried so many a tear tonight.
When I came home, I forgot I left my doors open. Not minding at all. If robbers have come, sure they could take everything they want. I have nothing anymore. But then again I was just paranoid. Somebody was paranoid! Nothing was taken. Opened, no doors of course were broken. I was the only one broken. Into million pieces.
I slept with my door opened. I will move on.
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