AIRPLANES

There was a point in my life that all I wanted to see were airplanes. Weird? Well, I get crazy sometimes. I started loving it when I counted airplanes with him while hanging out in front of my Dadi's house.

I could vividly remember that day. I knew I wanted it to last, but reality didn't let me. Days pass by, and all I could do was yearn that he would be on the next plane that I see. Every night, when I have the chance, I always stare at the sky, waiting for one. I don't know, maybe I like the feeling of seeing one, 'coz it made me feel that he was just around.

BUT...

the time came when the ugly face of TRUTH stared in front of me, it wanted to eat me alive that it really scared the hell out of me. It was numbing and I could barely keep my sanity intact. As each second passed by, I felt as though time was slowly killing me. It was one of those moments that I wouldn't dare even want to feel. But there it was looking intently at me... it was not a sight to behold. The truth had it's pure intentions but it was still UGLY. So ugly that it was slowly piercing the very core of my being.

The truth, how ugly it might be, will still be truth in itself no matter how much I want to think it is otherwise.

So, should this ugly face of truth make me stop counting airplanes? Should I continue hoping? Should I continue staring at the sky? Should there be an option or just a choice?