Published 2009

Mists and Fog

by: VVA

It was a foggy morning and dew drops gather on my window. I woke up early and
so, I had the time to watch the sun rise amidst the obscuring mists and clouds – but I have
in me a total darkness.

I walked towards the place where I met this girl. I don’t know her name. She just
kept silent, watching every move I make – every detail. She has that sweet smile but her
eyes were telling me something. Her eyes… like the mist and the fog.

As I thread softly on the concrete pavements, I wondered why some feelings, no

matter how long it had been forgotten, if it really was, would still linger… waiting to be
once again awakened. This thought did not leave my mind it was a question that I can
hardly answer.

We started the class with me having so much in my mind. Even my instructor

noticed my behavior and asked me to clear my mind so I could focus my mind to
whatever we were discussing. But still, my thoughts flew… where? I did not know.

The class ended and I learned little about the day’s lesson.

The day was almost done and it’s time to go home. I made my way through the
crowd, faces unnoticed and my thoughts were still somewhere else.

Then the night came. I tried to settle my thoughts so I could have a good night
sleep. I scribbled on my memo note and was able to put my thoughts into words:

Memories, yes, dwell in our mind and sometimes are kept inside waiting for the
right moment to once again be reminisced.
It is funny how we try so hard to put the past behind us and yet, it finds way to be
replenished. They are scars that turned into wounds, once again.
Memories can either make us smile or rather feel downcasted. These, I say, are
natural occurrences but seldomly noticed for we put so much effort to hide it, to forget it,
or should I say, to keep it by not letting go.Memories can give us hope and sometimes it
can give us something to hold on to.
On the other hand, we tend to grasp things which don’t fit anymore. What I’m
trying to say is, sometimes, it is better to let go of what burdens us the most.
Letting go of something we have kept for so long is hard, to forget needs time. But
it is something that we should learn so we could move on – move forward.

I walked towards the place I have known so well. Things are different now…
clearer. The mist covering my window suddenly vanished… my reflection can now be
seen...
 I gazed upon her; every detail, every move is lucid. There, I stood in silence
trying to put things together – trying to put myself together. She was my old self… now
I’ve learned to let go.

My reflection is no longer obscured by the fog and mists of my life.