Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I looked up. The bamboo trees shot up to the sky and gently swayed with the wind. Their countless green fingers tried desperately to block the sun, but persistent rays managed to pierce the canopy before they were blotted out again. A young boy wailed in frustration, as he chased after the lights that flashed on the ground and tried to stamp them out in vain.
I received a message in my personal FB account this morning from someone I met years ago. I was inexperienced in the ways of this world. It was a one time thing. A mistake. And was easily buried and forgotten 'til now. He said he knows me, followed by an evil laugh (ok I exaggerate, he simply said 'hahaha'). Being in the closet and overly paranoid, I froze in terror.
I am happy the way things are, in spite of the secrets that I keep. Being away helps alleviate the pressure from family and friends. Through the years I have built a safe haven, my little bamboo grove. But once in a while, the wind blows my way, and the light peeps into things I have kept hidden. And each time, I feel I have no other choice but to try to snuff the light out. At least for now.
photo from here