shimmer
maya
light cuts deep
through darkness' sleep
i wake,
nothing happens
nothing's left
but thoughts of you to keep..
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maya
light cuts deep
through darkness' sleep
i wake,
nothing happens
nothing's left
but thoughts of you to keep..
inah tamarah (the quill)
may mga pagkakataon na kung saan talagang aakalain mong napagtitripan ka ng mundo.may mga pangyayari na kung saan ay magtataka ka kung ano talaga ang ibig sabihin no'n, kung di man ay kung anong mangyayari pagkatapos.
maghapon akong maghanap ng ChocNut. buong mundo na yata binulabog ko para magka-ChocNut lang ako pero walang nangyari. naiwan ako sa isang sulok na walang kausap at wala ring ChocNut.
Bigla na lang sumagi sa isipan ko yung bagay na pilit kong binabaon sa limot. bumalik ang bigat ng pakiramdam ko at tila ang bilis ng takbo ng buhay sa paligid ko habang ako'y nakatanga at gusto ko na lang mawala.
sinubukan kong magsaya at ngumiti kasama ang mga katropa pero walang nag-iba. akala ko'y matatakpan ng mga tawanan namin ang pagkatuliro ng utak ko. hanggang sa kinailangan ko nang umuwi kaya lalo akong nalugmok sa kalungkutan ko.
habang nakasakay sa jeep napasulyap ako sa magkasintahang magkaakbay. parang nilagyan ng gabundok na bato ang puso ko. napansin kong napatulala ako sa kanila kaya binaling ko ang aking atensyon sa labas ng jeep.
naglakbay ang diwa ko at parang gusto ko na lang din lumipad kasama ng isipan ko. sana naging simple na lang ang lahat at di na siguro ganito kakumplikado ang nararamdaman ko.
pagbaba ko'y nagpasalamat ako dahil malayo-layo pa ang lalakarin ko. kaunting panahon kasama lamang ang sarili ko at ang miserableng pakiramdam ko.
di ko alintana ang mga taong nagmamadali dahil sa ambon. binibilang ko ang bawat hakbang nang bigla kong maalala ang hinahanap ng panlasa ko.
kinatok ko ang tindahan ni aling emma para bumili ng ChocNut pero sabi niya kauubos lang daw. wala akong magawa kundi maglakad muli at magbilang ng bawat hakbang ko.
lumalakas ang ulan pero di ko yun pinapansin, ang hiling ko lang makakain ako ng ChocNut at mawala na ang problema ko. may magbigay lang ng ChocNut sa akin baka mapakasalan ko siya sa tuwa.
basang-basa na ako at lalo pang lumakas ang ulan pero di ako sumilong. gusto kong damhin ang pakikiramay ng kalikasan sa akin. pero pagtapat ko sa isang botika ay isang kamay ang humatak sa akin.
tumambad sa aking harapan ang taong nasa huling bahagi ng listahan ng mga taong gusto kong makita, ang ex ko. para siyang makakita ng lumang kaibigan at walang kaabog-abog ay tinanong ako kung may balak daw ba akong magpakamatay.
hindi pa ako nakakabawi sa pagkakagulat ay ngumiti ako na para bang ordinaryo lang ang mga nangyayari. ang sagot ko sa lang sa tanong niya ay kailangan kong makauwi kaagad.
sinabihan niya akong sumilong mula at tsaka inabot ang panyo niya. kinuah ko ang panyo at nahihiyang pinunasan ko ang basang-basa kong mukha habang pinanonood ko siyang kinkapa ang bulsa niya na tila may hinahanap. paglabas ng kamay niya ay nakita ko ang biro ng tadhana sa akin.
inilapit niya sa akin ang kanyang kamay at huminto sa pag-ikot ang mundo ko.
tinignan ko siya pero di niya matunugan ang mga bagay na tumatakbo sa isipan ko. hinihintay lang niyang kunin ko ang nasa kamay niya.
yung ChocNut....
by lino
Ginusto mong mapag-isa habang malayo ka nakamasid sa pinakamagandang talinhaga ng iyong buhay. Unti-unti mong binubuo ang pirasong pangarap sa pagtitig sa dilag sa malayo. Nang naabala ka sa pag-iibang ihip ng hangin mula sa tinatanaw. Mula sa sinisinta ay may ibang nagtangkang lumapit at nagkamit ng ngiti na dapat ay sayo kung sana lamang…
Gusto mong sumigaw pero hindi mo nagawa dahil kalabisan na ang magpakita ng pagpupuyos ng damdamin. Ano pa ba ang pag-uusapan mula sa pagal na katahimikan, e sa ganun na nga! Nakakarindi ang lumalangit-ngit na mga ngipin sa inis. Malaon mangusap ang isip na nababagot sa pagkakataon. Mahal mo siya pero may mahal siyang iba. Ni pagtingin ay hindi ka bahaginan ng iyong sinisinta, magparunggit man hindi ka pagkakalooban dahil sa sadyang hindi ka pansin. Nagpapatintero ang mga hinlalaki habang panay ang galaw ng mga paang naghahanap ng buwelo at susugod na mapa-ilang saglit na lang. Kung lalapit pa kaya at mangungusap; o tatalikod habang namamatay sa selos na dapat nga e hindi kase wala ka namang karapatan.
Hindi komedya ang palabas lalung hindi drama kase hindi ka naman martir. Kung maging aksyon ang eksena, di kaya ikaw ang lumabas na kontrabida pagkatapos? Ito ay kwento ng pagsinta ng isang lalaki sa babaeng kanyang iniibig, dangan lamang at sagad sa pagkatorpe.
Kalabisang maging tanga lalu na’t wala kang kausap o katabi man lang. Tutulo ang sipon at sisinghutin muli. Wala kang maka-usap habang nagbabadya kang maglabas ng komentaryo sa nararamdaman.
ulap
puwing ka lang
naman dati sa aking paningin
at minsa’y pang-abala
sa aking paghimbing
bagamat singabal mo na
ang aking panimdim..
bakit di ka pa mawala
eh kay dali mo namang alisin?
Hanggang ngayon
Di ako tiyak sa gagawin..
dahil
Binulag mo na yata
pati ang aking damdamin
………………..
ulap2
guni-guni ka lang naman,
alam ko
kaya bakit ka pa ba pag-uukulan
ng pansin?
Pampagulo ka lang namn
Sa aking routine
Bakit pa ba naman kitakailangang
Intindihin?
Pero anuman yata ang gawin ko’y
Naandayn ka pa rin.
Naghiihintay
Nag-aabang
Umaasa sa manaka-nakang
Pagpatak ng damdamin
Sadya sigurong ang pagtingin
Ay hindi pwedeng angkinin?
Wag mo lamang pagtangkaan
Dahil alam kong sa isang iglap kang
Kaya mo itong nakawin.
ni ..rayoo
lynette olabe
Di katagalan ng taong kasalukuyan, sa kalaliman ng gabi, nagising na lang akong bukas ang pinto, may kutsilyong nakaipit sa bandang ilalim, at nawawala ang bag kong naglalaman ng mahalaga kong gamit- ang aking kamera. Di ko man nalaman kung sino, pero handa akong pumatay ng tao nung mga panahong ‘yon. Isa lang ang malinaw, hindi man ako pisikal na nasaktan, pero pinilayan ako. Dahil sa tuwi-twina, e kakabit ko ang aking kamera. Parang isang piraso ang napilas sa aking bituka.
Matapos ang masaklap na pangyayari, bumaling ako sa pagsusulat. Sa sarili, tamad talaga akong magsulat. Pero dahil mas tamad akong magsalita, pinilit kong magsulat. Kamalasan naman na dumating sa puntong ang hilig ko sa pagsusulat ay balingan ng pagkapagod ng aming kompyuter. Bumigay ang motherboard kasama ang mga naipunla kong ideya na nalikom ko sa pagdaan ng maraming panahon. Pakiramdam ko tuloy, nawalan ako ng imahinasyon.
Magulo ang mundo, kasing gulo ng utak ng tao. Minsan nga gusto ko munang makalimutang huminga. Pero may pag-asa pa sa loob-loob ko. Hanap ako ng ibang pagkakaabalahan kesa tumunganga at maghimutok. Sulat uli. Sa papel na, mahirap na kase. Mas mabuti pang kahig manok ang sulat kesa mauwi uli sa kawalan ang lahat.
Kapag pinagbagsakan ka ng mga kamalasan, di mo kontrolado. Okay sana kung masisisi mo ang sarili mo sa kapabayaan pero iba ang ihip ng hangin. Masyadong maraming external forces ang bumubulusok sa maigting na pagkakataon.
At nag-SONA, pero wala ko don…
Hindi ito ang unang pagkakataon na bumagsak ako sa pagkaka-upo at mag-isip na maglaslas ng pulso sa mga nangungulit na mga tanong, kung kelan daw ba ko ga-graduate. At ang aking himutok: Gawin mo ang gusto ng iba, hindi ka masaya. Gawin mo ang gusto mo, makasarili ka. Matutong mag-compromise… hindi pwede, maiipit ako.
Nang tinaggalan ako ng paa, nagkaroon ako ng pakpak.
Matagal bago ako naka-recover at nakapag-isip. Ang buhay ng tao, hindi naman talaga gulong kundi isang laro na ikaw mismo ang taya. Ikaw ang maghahabol sa panahon.Sa ngayon, ang sarili muna ang mahalaga. Hindi ibang tao. Mahirap mabuhay sa impresyon ng iba, nakakabulag.
Isip uli. Maraming bagay ang nawawala, kahit ideya nananakaw. Pinakamasakit kung mismong ikaw inagawan ng bagay na mahalaga sayo. Tapos, alumpihit ka, di mo alam kung saan babaling.
May mga problemang masakit sa puso at naka-ubos ng luha. May mga problema ding nakakabaliw tulad ng sa Pinas. May mga problema namang sadyang nakakatawa. Sa totoo lang, nasa tao lang kung paano niya dinadala.
Sa bawat masakit na pagbagsak, dapat lang siguro ang bumangon. Kapag tinaggalan ka ng paa, piliting mong magkaroon ng pakpak. Gaano man katuso ang buhay, kahit ilan pang pagkakadapa at masamang pangitain ang dumaan. Dama mo sa iyong sarili na patuloy ka pa rin sa paghinga.
smitten
by ryu
Her smile used to blend well with the stars.
Almost a dream,
An enchantment,
A masterpiece…
Like mornings
And the shore
Like springtime
And days before
Her words used to captivate every soul
Almost a goddess to a mortal
Of heaven
Touching ground.
Like nights
And the sea
Like the summer sky
As seen by the trees
But things come clear as seasons changed
Revealing bolts of thunder beneath
The soothing rain
I believed…
Her smile and words and the mornings
And the shore.
Only to be smitten
And nothing more..
………………………..
Grand Central Heartstopper
by ryu
May diwata sa kabilang
dulo ng lamesa
kaya di ako makakibo, di maka-imik
kahit gusto nang sumabog ng aking dibdib…
kung pwede nga lang
patigilin muna
ang pag-ikot ng daigdig…
para pansamantalang maglaho
ang mga gumugulo sa isip …
ipadala sa buwan ang
lahat ng angas sa paligid
para kahiit sandali’y
nakawin ko naman ang atensyon mo..
pero imposible…
dahil madaya ang oras
at ang kaninang “ngayon,”
ay mabilis na “nakaraan na”
at ang “mamaya pa” ay
nagmadaling naging “kahapon pa”
at ang diwata sa kabilang
dulo ng lamesa,
na nagpapatahimik ng aking
mga kaba,
at nagpapatiklop ng aking mga
pangamba
ay nagbabadya na namang lumipad
papa-alis…
naiwan na lamang akong
‘di makakibo, di maka-imik
at nakatanga sa mga piraso
ng sumabog kong dibdib…
…………….
magic potion
by ryu
kailangan ko pa
ba ng
himala?
O ng kupidong tagapana?
O ng sanlibong
Manghaharana?
O ng pansit na may gayuma?
O hiling sa wishing well?
O libro ng witches’ spells?
Itxt ka ng isang milyong love quotes?
O I-wish sa “wish ko lang”?
O ilakad ng paluhod sa may baclaran?
Paano kung makayanan ko lang
Ay isang tula?
May matupad kayang himala?
…………………………
Trialogue
Trinity
i don't know
how i got there
but i'm not surprised anymore
for i have been there
too many times
too many times in fact,
i don't have recollections at all.
so there i was standing
my mind was consumed thinking
about which way to go
should i take the freeway
where speed is of the essence
or onto the service road
where the trip would require patience?
i paused for awhile
pondering the choices
that was before me
then i heard two distinct voices
one said "take the freeway kid,
and call it quits" "just let it go, it's not
all you fault to begin with!"
then the other one said,
"yeah right, listen to him..."
"take the easy way out, undermine
the "what could have beens..""
"but this is not you kid, i know
you for so long"
"you know there is a better
way out of this shit,
and it's not going home."
"look who's talking?"
"he who claims steadfast, but the three
of us knows,
anytime he could collapse!"
"yes, infallible i am not, sometimes
i have my shortcomings too,
but im not the type who easliy gives up!"
"trials come and go, but steadfast, i shall
remain, my faith to her is unbreakable
amidst trememdous sorrow and pain"
"she will have my unwavering love,
my devotion shall not wither,
although hope seems so distant
i shall not despair!"
"listen to yourself, do you know
what you're saying?
"you've always been suicidal,
especially about things you never
saw coming."
"are you that stupid? have you lost
your mind? have you ever gave it
a thought, that she's willing to leave
it all behind?"
"no, im not stupid, my mind
is still intact, yes, im confused
but that doesn't mean im
whacked."
"not seeing her, at the end
of the road, whichever road
should i take, is a possibility
that im willing to face."
"but in the shortest time,
that i was fortunate to have spent
with her, i have a reason to
conclude, that she will be there!"
"such optimism is admirable,
but don't you think it is futile?
assuming she will be there, but
can you run the extra mile?"
"sooner or later, i know
you would give up. might
as well stop now, what do you
say about that?"
"i say shut up! this is my life."
"i know what im doing, why dont
you just tag along for the ride?"
"sarcasm, sarcasm... that, you
always have too much, too much
in fact, that you fail to discern
what is fiction and what is fact!"
"fact is, she is also on the
crossroads of her life right now,
more confused than you, her mind
is clouded by doubt."
"why am i listening to you?
i should have known better!
you are the same doubt that
corrupted my lover!"
"no i am not, i beg to disagree.
i am but a piece of yourself
who just wants you to be free."
May tibok na pumiyok
May tibok na pumiyok,
naramdaman mo ba?
Nang magsama tayo sa magdamag,
kapiling ang mga buwan at butin ng gabi
Tinataglay ating mga ngiti
sa walang kakupas-kupas na pagbati.
Binabalot mo ang hiwaga sa mga tanong,
Mga tinign na walang pasubali,
Nilinaw mo ang nanglalabong diwa.
Binuhay mo ng mga kwentong pagsinta.
Sandaling natanga,
May tibok na naghuhumiyaw,
Siilin at isantabi,
Nagpupumiglas, naninikis
Naghihintay ng pag-amin.
Sa lilim ng ulan at ambon
Sa usok ng nanginginig na sound system
Sa pagsalungat sa di makasundong ulan at ambon,
Nababad ako sa gitna ng pagkakatindig
Sumandaling namangha sa nangyayari.
Habang ang kasama ay iwan ako panandali,
At ng mag-pihit ang lingon sa kinaroroonan,
Nagtagpo ang tingin na inaasam-asam.
Nagtagpo ang tingin at ako’y nagkuyom,
Sa papalakas na ulan at ambon.
At nagbalik sa walang nangyari
Ngunit kiniliti ang romantikong senti
At sa kasama’y biglang tumugon
Palayo sa binabagyong panahon
Magpuyos man ang loob sa pananahimik
Sa kakatuwang tagpo ng pag-ibig,
Natikman ang tamis ng sandali,
Habang puso’y malaya pa ring pipintig
by lino
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Amidst the vastness of the untamed darkness of the night,
Along with the music of crickets and pulsing of the stars,
The wind bears your ghostly prayers,
an how I embrace that invisible presence,
sustaining strenght to my weakening spirit.
In the whisper of danger and roars of the war,
the wilds now is wildiest
yet
I can hear you,
leaving me wondering whether you hear
the rush of my breathing ,
chasing the life that is about
to flourish.
Debris of broken hopes and homes falls in the ashes
of their foundation,
Flying embers floats in the glory of the breaking dawn.
The dusted sky with distinct starlights has demise.
The warmth of the sun looms and spreads over the wounded
face of the earth,
And yet shades of green hides the scars of the battle in the woods,
in that forest where defeated dreams and fantasies of mine
for you will forever be entombed.
Say goodbye now dearest,
This will be the last time I will embrace your whisper,
the last time I will sleep in the imaginary presence of your serenade.
Heed me now, my pale umber rose ever beautiful in the plain,
Say farewell to the red butterfly dreaming endlessly in the mountain
of sorrowful melody.
PALE UMBER ROSE AND RED BUTTERFLY
by Vaikhu
someday pinoys will be able to travel in space.
by ryu
maybe we'll be the first to inhabit uranus, or turn the moon into
a mall. maybe one day we will be hovering about from planet to planet at the speed of sound. or communicate at the speed of thought. or laugh at the speed of sense. for we never know what the future holds.
like now. we may be dreaming of conquering the world, but all we really need to do is conquer our fears...
but what do we fear really? acceptance or rejection? truth or its consequence? death or existence?
this little experiment of ours we call "the gazette" is aimed to test it. to experience what its like to be accepted or be rejected. to learn and unlearn. to die and exist.
we may not know what the real answers are in the end. but we know of only one thing. we will try.
this will be the first time you'll hear about us.
but definitely not the last...
articles will be posted here regularly.
comments are welcome of course..
(just click the comments marker below.)
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(first part of a trilogy)
In the time when magic ruled the earth and
mythological creatures freely roamed the lands, skies
and the seas, there lived two unique individuals,
whose eternal love for each other encompassed and
transcended all boundaries both physical and
metaphysical. whose lives were intertwined even before
the cosmos was created, destined to become as one.
this is the story of Hew and Aye.
It was said that Aye,an immortal, was a water god,
tasked to nourish the earth with revitilizing water.
Aye was a young god who possessed strong and
attractive qualities. Hew on the other hand, was a
sea-goat, an earth dwelling creature. Legend has it,
Hew possessed the most beautiful face in the whole of
the earth which was the reason why other creatures
envied Hew and most of other earth and air dwelling
creatures mortal or otherwise, as well as gods wooed
Hew.
Although Hew was courted by hordes of earth dwelling
and air dwelling creatures, Hew didn't found a single
one that would made her happy and contented. Somehow,
Hew felt like there was still something missing in her
heart. Her spark longed for someone she didn't have
any idea about. The same was true for Aye. Although he
didn't pay that much attention to his mundane life, he
felt that there was something in his life.
Both were into scrying, a method of communicating with
someone from another place provided that both have
their own scrying pool. Hew' purpose for her scrying
pool was to pester other mortals for she was known to
have this playful personality sometimes, her way of
venting off her angst. Aye's use of his crying pool
on the other hand, was to relax himself after doing
his task as a water god. Then one day, as Hew was
scrying her pool, she chanced upon Aye! As if the
fates dictated the events that transpired that day,
Aye was also scrying his pool!
Aye's scrying pool allowed him to show his face while
he was scrying. Hew's scrying pool on the hand, was
just limited to voices. Then it all happened on 27th
day of the tenth month. This was the first time Hew
saw Aye. They had casual conversation that day, but
what followed next was something both of them have
never expected to happen. The awakening of their spark
long dormant! Legend has it, all creatures mort have
their own spark but not all sparks are awaken easily.
Each spark have to find its own complementary spark in
order for the awakening to take place.
On the day the two first met, Hew's playful nature got
the better of her, she jokingly said to Aye when she
saw him for the first time, "Hail to thee!". Aye,
didn't mind what he heard, because he was skeptical at
first. Aye insisted that Hew show herself but she
lamented that her scrying pool doesn't allow her to be
seen by others but she can see them. This saddened Aye
but it didn't stopped him from finding out how Hew
looked like. Alas, with Aye's persistence, Aye was
able to see how Hew looked liked. The image of Hew
instantly smittened Aye! He fell in love at first
sight. Soon Hew and Aye were communicating constantly,
undermining the distance and time that separated them.
For Aye was a god dwelling in the heavens and Hew was
a beautiful sea-goat living on earth.
And the two got in touched with each other constantly,
and finally with Aye's persistence, Hew accepted Aye's
request to be his concubine. Though she knew that Aye
can't easily descend from the heavens and it would
take some time before he does, still she accepted his
request. So the two became a couple, a strange
relationship guided and governed them.
Both of them knew what was at stake, they knew what
they got into. A water god and a sea goat relationship
was not an easy one. Hew's close circle of friends
often discouraged her from continuing her relationship
with Aye, citing distance and unfamiliarity with each
other, not to mention the strange union of the two as
reasons. But because Hew loved Aye so much, and their
love for each other was so strong, it literally went
against the dictates of the Powers that Be.
Unbeknownst to Hew, Aye on his spare time consulted
the Oracle using his scrying pool. There the water god
stumbled upon the truth behind their relationship. Aye
knew about their repective Fate, Destiny and Karma.
The Oracle showed him a portent of things to come. The
Oracle told Aye that he can't descend to the earth
because he was a water god and Hew was a se goat.
Their relationship was forbidden let alone the union
of their sparks. For their union would sire an entity
that would corrupt Aye and his descension would put
his god status and immortality at risk. But Aye, known
for his stubborness, undermined the Oracle's warning.
True to his rebellious nature, Aye descended from the
heavens ahead of schedule. He was supposed to descend
two years after they first met, for that is the time
when gods were temporarily relieved of their duties
and were allowed to mingle with earth dwelling
creatures. And so Aye descended.
There was magic indeed when the two finally met in
person. The feeling was inexplicable for the both of
them. Even the heavens and the earth celebrated with
them or so it seemed... That very same day, Aye asked
Hew's hand in marriage. Because Hew and Aye were so in
loved with each other, the marriage took place. On the
night of their union, both of them felt strange. Then
they made love to each other.
At first, Aye remembered what the Oracle have told him
but due to Hew's beauty and charm that night, he let
go of his "godly" worries and made love to Hew. Their
union was the most electrifying and liberating
experience they've ever felt. Their sparks became one.
For the first time in their existence, they felt and
knew they're finally complete!
Just like the Oracle foretold, their union sired the
entity known as Dawt. While Hew and Aye were so
preoccupied recounting what just happened, Dawt,
oblivious to Aye, entered Aye's subconscious mind.
Aye stayed on earth and enjoyed his temporary stay for
the duration of his "rest period". When it was time
for him to ascend into the heavens, Hew asked him to
stay. She pleaded with him to relinquish his
immortality and his god status and live with her but
Aye said "No." "In time.." Aye said to Hew. As Aye
tried to ascend, he failed because the night their
sparks became as one, Aye lost his god status and with
it his immortality.
Aye was forced to live on earth but he didn't regret
living on it for he was happy. Nothing pleased him
more than waking up everymorning in Hew's arms.
Together the two lived a simple life free of worries.
All they cared about was they have each other and that
was all that mattered to them.
As Aye enjoyed living on earth, he had no idea that
Dawt, the evil entity sired by the union of Hew and
Aye's sparks, started corrupting his spark. Hew
although already married to Aye, still possessed the
most beautiful face in the whole of the earth. Hordes
of earth dwelling creatures continued to admire her,
giving her gifts and offerings. At first, it was
alright with Aye for he knew that Hew love him so
much. That eventhough Hew was always wooed by hordes
of earth dwelling creatures, Aye knew that he was
still the sole owner of Hew's love. Then as days went
by, Dawt's control over Aye's spark got stronger and
stronger. Then finally it took control of Aye
completely. Hew's spark on the other hand, remained
pure and uncorrupted for she still had control over
her spark. She knew who she really loves, who she
desires, who she wants and who she needs. It was Aye.
One day, Aye saw Hew talking to another male earth
dwelling creature. Under normal circumstance, the
scene was just an ordinary one considering Hew's
beauty and charm. But what Aye saw that day drove him
into madness. Envy consumed his spark, it clouded his
judgement. it infuriated him. He lost his sanity and
followed Dawt's command. He slew the creature to whom
Hew was talking to. Then Aye grabbed Hew by the hair
and dragged her back to their abode.
Hew cried, pleaded but Aye didn't heard for he was
completely under Dawt's command. Aye struck Hew in
every part of her body in ways unimaginable. Hew bled
but Aye didn't stop what he was doing. Finally,
insanity consumed Aye's spark, in a desperate act of
preventing other creatures to admire and fall in love
with Hew, Aye killed Hew and along with her, her
spark. When Hew's spark died, it triggered a chain
reaction. Since their spark were not as one anymore,
Dawt died as well for Dawt was sired by the union of
Hew and Aye's sparks.
Upon the death of Dawt, Aye regained sanity. Aye saw
Hew lying on the floor immersed in her pool of blood.
Aye saw his hands red with blood, his garments stained
by it. Aye wept, but it was too late. Hew was already
dead. The portents shown to him by the Oracle came
back to him. He knew that this would happen the moment
he descended from the heavens, he knew that the union
of their sparks would sire Dawt, he knew about their
fate, destiny and karma. But he undermined everything
he learned. He knew that in order to make things
right, he had to die as well in order for their sparks
to reincarnate in the next lifetime and hope that
their spark would find each other and become as one
again. So without hesitation, Aye killed himself...
(lucita fernando)
end of part 1, to be continued...