i stared at him and i ask: what is it that made him remember Him?

t'was last last sunday.

as soon as the full stop interrupted me of my appreciation of hedonistic inventions, from meters away from where i was standing, i saw him. he was clothed by earth's dusty proof of presence. you could tell that he is hardly aware of any pain his body is struggling with. he has no shoes. only soles of hardened skin. he is a very old, hardened spirit. he has no company. only an unseen thing in the sky he seemed to be chasing. he was pointing in the sky. i am not sure though if there were tears in the man's eyes. but i am sure they were moist. he was pointing something in the sky. he seemed eager to reach it. his walking became faster. when he walked past me, i didn't hear anything. from afar, you would think that he makes a sound by the way his mouth gapes. but there was no word, no cries, no sound. it took only a half-life, for him to parallel himself with me. but what a half-life that was: my heart broken, my mind shaken.

he is what you call tinakasan ng bait. a fallen man who lost the hold to maintain his niche. a miser. a victim of fate-- if indeed we are playthings of a sometimes benevolent-sometimes cruel and unseen power. men like him look the same. so there is nothing really that would set him apart from the others. but this man of nothingness in a matter of half a second validated me.

that half a second when he walked past me, i saw him place his thumb in his forehead, then to his bare chest, followed by the left shoulder and lastly by the right. all while he was fixed looking up in the sky. the sky then was its usual afternoon color. how i wish i knew what he saw. i wish i knew what moved the crazy man. in a society of sane people, who would give weight to a vision of an insane person?

a man devoid of mental faculties remembered Him. a girl of perfect health and sanity didn't.

shame on me. t'was a sunday.