A story of the Lonely

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While I was sweeping all the dirt below
my bed, I saw my pearl earing. I had been looking for this earing
every since I transferred to Cagayan de Oro city. I thought that Ii
had left it somewhere in Batinguel where  I grew up, but then the
site of the earing below my bed in Davao confirmed the fact that
indeed I had brought it with my traveling.

The earing brought passages of smile
from Dumaguete. I bought it one day in Lee Plaza. I was so happy then
that buying earing as expensive as this was a must. I could not
remember what i was so happy about but I knew until now that that
happiness remained in me boxed in my rib cage somewhere.. and then
the site of it in my room….

I thought happiness could not be boxed
in someone’s rib cage then. I thought happiness would would just fly
away lost in some sky or horizon. But then the site of the earing
glowing at me and telling me that he is real…

And happiness…like and open rib cage
and lungs and veins popping out just like the sweeping of dust below
my bed…..something like an earing is hidden under my bed.