something we both need...

all humans have dreams..and yet no one has ever thought that dreams can come true sometimes....i am used to writing poems...stories...and others...
here's one: [i wrote this because of my fear of losing someone special to me..]


A Candle that never was…
I woke up feeling uneasy…I lifted my head from my favorite pillow and looked around my room and found nothing dif’rent, so I just decided to get dressed and went down to the kitchen... where I found my mom cooking with a frowning face,I thought she was angry so I helped myself with a cup of coffee,and she doesn’t seem to know I exist…And so I went out of the door slamming it at my back, “I wouldn’t wish to come back here…”…I told myself…then I realized there were many cars, but I had no time,I found myself hurrying my way to the school…There I found the whole class holding each others’ hands,and somewhat praying then at a corner I saw my worst enemy clenching his fist and then tears started it’s way through her eyes…after sometime I then saw the people I used to be with,people I consider “Barkada” then there they went pushing their way through the crowd where a Rectangular box lay.I walked slowly feeling my heart beat faster,then as I tried to take a glimpse of the inside the box, a light suddenly took my sight the next thing I know is that I was in a dark room with only a candle in my hand… “Where am I?”…then a man suddenly appeared at my back and “Do you love them?” he said, I turned my head to look but then I saw all the person whom I’ve loved including the person who had hurt me so much…they were all looking straight at me and then I realized that they were all crying…I started to think “why?”…then the man reappeared, and asked me again…“Do you love ’em?”…this time I answered “of course I do…”…then I started to cry I tried to reach for them but all I was able to reach was a candle…a candle with my name on it…again I was on a the same room…the room with the box, I stared at it for a few seconds and hurried up to look at it…as I stared at what is inside I started to cry… “it was me…even from the start…the one my classmates we’re mourning, the one my enemies being mad about…It was mee…me who died just a few days ago…then a scene started to came in my head…a girl was crossing the street…a girl familiar to me, then I saw myself chasing after her, then pushed her as I heard a scream……I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of a hug “mom…dad…sis…bro…,oh, I love you all…” then they disappeared as a candle reappeared at my hand and it’s flame flickeredONCE…TWICE…THRICE…AND IT DIED OUT…………

there are times that i wish i could see the future yet i try predicting 'em..but still my faith in God remains my most powerful weapon....