Celeste's POV
Huff... Huff... I think... I Nawawala her for good.. I sat exhausted on the fuchsia colored pag-ibig upuan in the living room. Thoughts raced through my mind that seemed like 800-mph! "Celeste? Honey, why do you look so pooped out?" I looked up, it was Aunt Natalie, with her mellow look. "Ah, yeah I.. Never-mind, i-its nothing!" She tilted her head, I guess I just made it madami suspicious.. She came and sat down susunod to me. "C'mon sweetie, you can tell auntie anything!" She petted my head gently. Aunt Natalie was always a lot nicer than my mother, shes never too hard on me, and she really treats me like a little kid sometimes! "Well... If I tell you will you promise not to get mad and not tell mother!" She looked down at the wooden flooring. She let out a sigh. "Yes honey, please tell me now." Her calmness matched her beauty and lush autumn colored hair, which matched with her snow white skin. As beautiful as a rose in bloom! "Well... I.. While in the forest.. I met.. A girl." I paused, mga paru-paro tickled the inside of my stomach. "And why was that so bad? Its wonderful to meet new friends, did you get along well?" I cringed. "She was a WIZARD!" I cried and dropped my head on my aunt's shoulder. She didn't speak in quite a while, I bet she was disappointed that I did such a thing. Finally she said, "Don't worry honey, you didn't know." Her long curled eye lashes flapped with her blink. "You.. Aren't mad?" I sniffled and looked up at her face. She shook her head slowly. "No.. After all those nasty wizards are excellent disguisers.I won't tell your mother." I smiled and hugged aunt Natalie. "I pag-ibig you."
The susunod araw I walked outside and towards the Goddess Pond. Its the Goddess of Oracle's paborito pond, theres even a statue of her! Shes beautiful! Every now and then people (as well as myself) come to pray and wish for good luck for anything. I poised my hands and closed my eyes. "Oh dear Goddess of Oracle, please take my wish and promise that no madami violence or wars towards Witches will happen..." I bowed and threw in a coin from my pocket into the beloved pond. As I walked away I began to think if it was disrespectful for me to not wish any wars for the wizards.. I mean, they may not be all bad-What am I talking about? They're horrendous! But still... The Goddess of Oracle never judged anyone from their class, whether they were a witch nor wizard. She believe there was no change in anyone. I wonder if I should follow that too? .....I'll have to sleep on that, it'd be a big step in my religion after all.. And what on earth would my Mother or Aunt Natalie think?
Huff... Huff... I think... I Nawawala her for good.. I sat exhausted on the fuchsia colored pag-ibig upuan in the living room. Thoughts raced through my mind that seemed like 800-mph! "Celeste? Honey, why do you look so pooped out?" I looked up, it was Aunt Natalie, with her mellow look. "Ah, yeah I.. Never-mind, i-its nothing!" She tilted her head, I guess I just made it madami suspicious.. She came and sat down susunod to me. "C'mon sweetie, you can tell auntie anything!" She petted my head gently. Aunt Natalie was always a lot nicer than my mother, shes never too hard on me, and she really treats me like a little kid sometimes! "Well... If I tell you will you promise not to get mad and not tell mother!" She looked down at the wooden flooring. She let out a sigh. "Yes honey, please tell me now." Her calmness matched her beauty and lush autumn colored hair, which matched with her snow white skin. As beautiful as a rose in bloom! "Well... I.. While in the forest.. I met.. A girl." I paused, mga paru-paro tickled the inside of my stomach. "And why was that so bad? Its wonderful to meet new friends, did you get along well?" I cringed. "She was a WIZARD!" I cried and dropped my head on my aunt's shoulder. She didn't speak in quite a while, I bet she was disappointed that I did such a thing. Finally she said, "Don't worry honey, you didn't know." Her long curled eye lashes flapped with her blink. "You.. Aren't mad?" I sniffled and looked up at her face. She shook her head slowly. "No.. After all those nasty wizards are excellent disguisers.I won't tell your mother." I smiled and hugged aunt Natalie. "I pag-ibig you."
The susunod araw I walked outside and towards the Goddess Pond. Its the Goddess of Oracle's paborito pond, theres even a statue of her! Shes beautiful! Every now and then people (as well as myself) come to pray and wish for good luck for anything. I poised my hands and closed my eyes. "Oh dear Goddess of Oracle, please take my wish and promise that no madami violence or wars towards Witches will happen..." I bowed and threw in a coin from my pocket into the beloved pond. As I walked away I began to think if it was disrespectful for me to not wish any wars for the wizards.. I mean, they may not be all bad-What am I talking about? They're horrendous! But still... The Goddess of Oracle never judged anyone from their class, whether they were a witch nor wizard. She believe there was no change in anyone. I wonder if I should follow that too? .....I'll have to sleep on that, it'd be a big step in my religion after all.. And what on earth would my Mother or Aunt Natalie think?
People down every turn
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a kutsilyo in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a kutsilyo in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying sa pamamagitan ng their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will pag-ibig start?
The araw we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The araw we pag-ibig too much to kill
The araw others' pain is our pain
The araw we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying sa pamamagitan ng their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will pag-ibig start?
The araw we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The araw we pag-ibig too much to kill
The araw others' pain is our pain
The araw we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.