The Art of Metaphorical Collisions

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Metaphors

Sa wakas ay nakarating rin kami sa kabilang dako ng tulay. Para akong aatakihin sa puso kanina habang naglalakad. And what makes it more irritating is that this idiot keeps on teasing me.

"If you're scared of heights, bakit ito pa na lugar ang napili mo?" He interrogated.

"Hindi nga ako takot sa heights." I spat as I finished drinking my water bottle. "I'm just scared of falling down."

We're both walking our way out the bridge and exploring this new place. Medyo kaunti na lang ang tao at maraming nagpi-picture taking.

"Eh parehas lang 'yun eh."

"Magkaiba 'yon."

"It's connected into the other, nonetheless." He replied arrogantly.

"Whatever Atlas." I give up having to keep up with his mental combat.

Inilabas ko na ang phone ko at nagsimulang pumunta sa may railings. There, you can see the magnificent view of the whole place. Kita ang lawa malapit sa school namin galing rito. The view of our whole school is even seen.

"God, this is so beautiful," I said.

I guess the frightening experience in the bridge earlier was worth it? This view is so good.

Huminga ako ng malalim habang nilalasap ang simoy ng hangin. Everything seemed in their right places, in this moment.

Tumingin ako sa gilid at nakitang nakaupo na si Atlas sa bench malapit sa railing. His sketchpad is placed in the table while he was trying to draw something. I immediately went there to check on him.

"Did an idea pop in your head?" I asked while I sat beside him.

"Yeah."

I smiled, that's nice. Ibig sabihin lang non, may entire plan is working. Hindi ko na rin siya kailangan bayaran sa kanyang acryllic paint. Aside from all of that, nagkaroon pa ako ng oras para gumala dahil rito. What a turnout of events.

We stayed there for a while as he drew. It didn't get boring since I kept taking pictures. Not just that, I also got to write a poem while sitting down with him. It was peaceful, and the view is just great. Nakakaboost ng mental strength para magsulat.

"What are you doing?" He suddenly asked. Napansin niya siguro na may binabasa ako ng paulit-ulit.

"Writing."

"Right now?"

"Yes."

Lumapit siya kaunti para makita and sinusulat ko but I immediately hugged my notebook away from him.

"You're Diwana, right?"

My mouth gaped, "Paano mo nalaman ang pen name ko?"

"A guess. You are always posted in the Bulletin."

Guess? Masyado naman sigurong swerte 'yon na hula!

"Chine-check mo rin pala ang Bulletin?"

"Of course. I submit oftentimes."

"Sa Illustrations or sa poster? Do you write in poetry too?"

Ngayon ko lang naisip. Maybe one of the illustrations I admired before was actually from him. He's a prodigy after all. But he probably won't admit it.

"I don't submit drawings anymore."

That's too bad. Akala ko pa naman makakakita ako ng illustrations niya doon.