STRANGER OF THE SEASHORE by Rodelyn Dizon

STRANGER  of the  SEASHORE

by Rodelyn Dizon

February 26, 2004

 

 

One windy afternoon while I was walking down the seashore, a strange feeling started to conquer the most of my soul.

 

               Mild shiver invited me to go home and spend my time finishing a portrait of an imaginary man. A man that somehow would take me out from this hypocritical world. Someone who would embrace me with love…kind of love that I have never known. A man that would mean - my DESTINY.

 

However, my mind seemed a blank sheet that can no longer hold even a single image.  So, I rather continued my journey in the seashore. I will just wait for the farewell of a friendly sun sending a little warmth unto my body. The wind blew more and more. Until I heard nothing but wind. I ought to know where that angry air came from, but the terrible wave brought me confusion. However, my senses remained good to me. It seemed that it freed me from ignorance.

 

          I have learned that the wind came from the highest cliff behind me. I looked at the cliff and it seemed to swallow my strength. I stared it so sharply that I might overcome whatever powers it holds. On the top of it, a standing cast shadow of human figure caught my attention. Curiosity began to eliminate my fears. Nevertheless, when I noticed that the figure moved, my rapid pulse rate was obvious. My mild shiver started to get worst. Wild imagination had appeared my thought.

             That figure might be a sort of a monster! An angry monster that would suck my blood, eat my flesh and leave me breathless.

 

                  When he went near, I held a huge branch of a tree that whatever might happen I am prepared. I must not die for I do not want to leave my masterpiece unfinished.

 

               He wore black and he was mysterious. His long black hair fought against the wind. He seemed to have a pale complexion. Though his eyes were beautiful, innocent and seductive, behind were hidden depressions, frustrations, and disappointments.

 

            His handsome face pushed me to drop the branch that I was holding. I noticed how he isolated himself from others. I uttered only in my thought that there must be something deep in him. He was weird, no other description that I could think of.

 

The afternoon was dim. Never did I made any conversation with him despite that I had seen him several times in the seashore. He spoke softly yet full of force as he talked to an old brown dog that he never owned. Often times I caught him looking at the sun as if he was afraid of something. I saw sadness in his face due to the coming of the darkness in horizon. Until I saw him no more.

 

I could not figure out why I felt gloomy and lonely from the moment he was no longer at my sight. I was about to finish the portrait I was sketching. How will I finish my masterpiece without gazing at him?  I had been there for a year looking for him, but I had spent my days with a bursting heart. How empty life can be, without having someone to ease my longitude of waiting. Dream had turned into nightmare. All of the sudden he's gone and I am more useless than my past. My heart was filled with so much pain.

 

Will he return or shall I wait until forever?

Only memories had left behind. The sea was never as soundly as before. The air seemed to whisper a sad little song-an agony of a sorrowful farewell. Embracing the past made me hold on. I regretted the moment I did not let myself get close to him.

 

Now, I spend my afternoon in the seashore, where once I knew a stranger who stole my heart. I have waited in grief for so long. It is about time to set my heart free. Tears grown from my eyes as I watched the sun while setting so calmly. His chapters had ended.

 

For such a while, I glanced at my unfinished portrait. I took a deep breathe then… suddenly… I threw my unfinished masterpiece in the middle of the terrible waves of the sea.

                                                              ~end~