My Multiply account is as good as dead but this one is holding on by the skin of its teeth. Haha! And I think this write-up of ages ago deserves a repost.
Daylight brings a hotness that is sometimes uncomfortable, to this place I call home. The heat is searing, going deep into flesh, bone, soul. The warm air torments, yet I bask in it like a moth who can’t keep away from the flame.
I have walked its streets, this land of my childhood. No path in this flat, flat land has been spared from my weary feet. No nook of this island has been kept hidden from my prying eyes. No secret has remained undiscovered by my questing mind. I have walked away but have walked back.
I have swam its seas, this home of Lapu-Lapu. I have lain on its sand, dreaming grandiose dreams. I have stood on its shoreline and wondered about the people who, on that very spot, battled invaders and triumphed, some 500 years ago.
I have felt love, hate, sadness, joy, in this spot of forever. Here, I have cried countless tears and laughed a thousand laughs. Here, I have fought and overcome demons. Here, I have loved and lost and loved again.
I have been seduced by its darkness, this city of clear skies and starry nights. I have looked up its heaven and been overwhelmed by the blanket of stars spread across its face. I have welcomed its nighttime, that blessed succor from the unyielding light of day.
Other places beckon, but the island holds me firmly in its grasp. One day, I may yet leave but I will never be away.