Just to set the perfect mood for drama, I got out of my mother's office wearing my casual black tee, maong shorts, silver peeptoes, and brown khaki bag.
Nobody would sit on the seawall at two thirty in the afternoon, that was my presumption.
So when I showed up, I was alone to enjoy every single second that I stared at the waves, the nearby mountains, and the occasional appearance of planes.
Perfect.
I stared at the plane above. I imagined it flying low, circling around and suddenly crashing down. I imagined indescribable monstrosity staring back at me. I imagined feeling happy to have witnessed one like it.
Then suddenly, I changed my mind.
I stared at it again. I imagined it flying straight above me. I imagined I know the pilot. I imagined the feel of being proud that I know someone who flies an aircraft.
But I changed my mind once again.
I decided to look at the sea. There was a coconut floating. Or was it a skull?
I don't know. Maybe I was just imagining. And I was.
I picked up my bag and left. I only want to be scared inside my mind. I only want my fear to be a controlled fear. Something that I create within me. It should never again come from outside of my mind.
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