As I stared into the sky watching for some stars to appear, I wondered.

I looked upon the moon enveloped by the clouds, slowly covering its transparent brightness. It moved without hesitation. Again, I wondered.

Does the earth rotate together with the clouds or not? Or does it rotate alone and the moon and the clouds are together?

If you were the cloud, would you rotate with someone like me who only gives off humidity and gravity? Or would you choose someone brighter and perfect at full?

But I do know you so much that I have wondered and seen you even during the day, where you are the greatest. I am here all along even on toughest times, even when the brightest and the perfect at full is not available.

I stared once again under this Meralco post, where people gradually walked right past me, where cars and motorcycles were not much of a scene, where I sit and write this feeling, where grammars don’t make sense because I typed this in my ipod.


You wouldn’t choose me.


For I know you so well that you wouldn’t want to choose between us. Instead, you know it better that you’d be off with the stars -big at day, several tiny sparkles at night.

I stared again for one last time.

You didn’t rotate with me since the beginning nor with the moon.

I wondered why-


I can’t see the stars anymore at night.