A strong gust came and played with my hair, and I felt the wind sting my flushed cheeks. It was cold, very cold. It made me doubt if it was still summer, for the cold was abnormal--it was too cold, even for me.
As I walk past the familiar, old buildings of the campus, I can still feel the cold air around me--or was it inside me? I don't know, all I know was for the first time in a long time I felt cold, really cold, and alone, all alone.
Another gust blew and the cold wind stinged my skin, cuts right through the bone, pierced my insides as a sharp edged dagger would. And the cold was terrifying. And it felt like it was at home inside me, inside my already ravaged soul.
I continued to walk, and I discovered that the AC of the hospital was on full blast, maybe that's why it was so cold. Or was it just winter somewhere else. Can it be in Alaska? Or in Dapitan? In St. Martin de Porres builduing? Or maybe somewhere closer to me? Maybe somewhere within me?
I don't know.
I walked back, thinking on what to do when I get home, and my gaze falls on the neon lights, shining and twinkling as if they were multi-colored stars covering the velvet canopy that is the sky. The wind blew again, but it was still cold. It played with the leaves in the trees as if they were children who wanted to play after being separated for a long time. It rustled up the dust inn the ground, slowly spinning it in a spiral.
The gravel crunched below my feet as the soles of my shoes walk over them, and hand-in-hand with my already worn out soul, I walk back to my home--leaving this beautiful scenery behind, where noone awaits me, except for my bed and my laptop.
Will I forever be walking? And will I always be alone gazing on the night sky?
-Robert