old man’s post
I paid my old school a visit.
I walked around the corridors that gave me my childhood. i stared at the windows were years before i stared at my crushes. I peed in the urinals where i contemplated the reality of being an early teenager.
I saw the desks were i carved my name and my 1st girlfriend’s. I watched the orbit of the ceiling fans were not too long ago i stared at the very sight while dumbfounded for the answers to the trigonometry exam. I roamed the fields where when i was three inches shorter we used to dance like maniacs around a grand bonfire. I checked the hidden spots where i first took my fling for a stolen french kiss.
I sat on the stage of the room where i used to wait for my bandmates while they were tuning the guitars. I wrote on the blackboards where 6 years ago I was so pressured to complete the solution for a problem regarding trajectory. I rested my head momentarily in the tree where the bully slammed my head when i was still wearing shorts for school.
I greeted the guards who remained, and the teachers who were still as gracious as they were. I inserted my hands into the openings in the glass pane of the registar’s window where i used to steal excuse slips and permits. I ran up and down the steps where my old barkada used to hang out whenever we were waiting for the bus to take us away.
I thought i found myself again.
I ain’t gonna lose it anymore.
