B1 U3
I took the cab on the way home. Last night’s report about a dead guy’s body found along N. Domingo corner P. Tuazon St. made take the easiest way home since the place was just a few blocks away from the town homes. Along the way, the driver and I lit a stick and smoked our lungs out. The driver said how lucky he was to have a gasoline operated vehicle rather than an LPG one since we might have blown up before he could have even pressed the taxi meter. The driver had a lot of stories to share, but my mind was on something else at that time.
A few years ago, a good friend of mine told me something trivial; that to a dolphin, there are almost 7, 780 kinds of shade for the color blue. To us, we see Baby Blue as something childish, or as a cool scent. Navy Blue describes something to be taken seriously, hence the color of the PNP uniform and other office/school uniforms. Sea Blue, Dark Blue, Midnight Blue… there are a lot… but I wonder how those fishes… err… underwater mammals see these shades so differently.
I guess it’s just the same way how some people see the different shades of blue in other people. I’ve seen a shade so young and innocent, that to others, it seems to be easily tainted. I’ve seen a shade so defined that it stands out among other shades; respected and untouched. There was a shade that I saw that was too dark to be appreciated by others, yet as time went on, I slowly realized how beautiful its shade was. Other shades were coated over and over again that I couldn’t distinguish which shade it was… or was it even blue to start with? I’ve seen a lot of shades blue and no matter how dark or light it would be, I see them as beautiful as the color could be. These colors… such beautiful colors… should not be wasted. It’s such a shame not to show different shades of a single color to others that have them too.
I have a shade of blue. I have seen others yet I haven’t seen mine myself; not until a while ago.
I saw a shade of blue that I could hardly recognize; a shade so dark that I couldn’t distinguish if it was stained or if it was just naturally like that. A part of it showed a shade that was so light, it seemed to fade away. There was a shade too that was so bright, so vibrant, but it shows fear, hate, and agony at the same time.
I didn’t even know if I still had a shade of blue.
I guess I still have. Among the wild shades I saw one that stayed different from the others; it wasn’t selfish to stand out yet it stood out of the others for being simple, it was different from the others yet it blended among the chaotic colors, and it added a bit of life to those shades that slowly disappeared. I was glad that at least, with all the other shades, I still have a shade to call my own.
The cab took a short cut to P. Tuazon and billed me around 90 php. I paid up and headed on to the gate of our town homes. Rested a little and started typing this. As I typedI still can’t figure out this shade I have. To me, it seems that it wasn’t beautiful; or could be that I wasn’t giving enough effort to let it glow for others to appreciate it? Maybe, this is how this shade could only glow, no more than what I can even show.
I have to get some rest now. I hope that you see these shades much more than how I see them. J
~ j