Metaphoric Polvoron

Hello, Blog…

It’s been awhile since I gave you a visit. And that time, I was hurrying I wasn’t even able to put my thoughts on you. I came with a silly draft that I never really pushed to completion. I guess I wasn’t frustrated enough…or I was too frustrated…

You are probably wondering…whether i’m frustrated enough right now…well…I guess I am..but…there’s a but…i’m slowly losing it…by it I mean all the frustrations I am having…

It was last night actually…

I was thinking too much yet again…and thinking usually gets me to worry-landia…and…so at worry-landia…i met my future…

Future was wandering in worry-landia. And it wasn’t amusing me…Future was starting to grow its own feet. I asked him what’s he doing there just sitting. He’s supposed to be flying high…and spreading its wings allover…but it’s stuck on the ground…

And…like I said it’s starting to grow its own feet…

Of course, I’m more than upset…so that I had to shout…

"You are so frustrating!"

I had to turn away so that Future wouldn’t see my tears of frustration. They were slowly rolling down my cheeks. One-two-three-four…and then…I ha to stop…they fell to my lips…and to the side of my mouth where they entered slowly…

It had a sweet taste. Which is weird. I touched my cheeks where the tears had rolled on. There were grains.

"Taste them once again."

That was Future. It was telling me to eat the grainy residue of my tears.

"I wasn’t wrong. It tastes sweet. Why is that?"

That was another question I just asked Future.

"Are tears this sweet in worry-landia?"

That was my third.

" I didn’t know you didn’t notice. You’ve always been crying ever since you have started visiting worry-landia. And it’s stacked there by the corner like a hay."

Future had to explain it to me like the way he would explain it to an innocent child.

"See that mound there?"

Future pointed to the far corner of worry-landia. And I noticed a giant sand castle in the shape of a polvoron.

"It’s a sand castle in the shape of polvoron."

I stared in awe. It’s the biggest sandcastle I’ve seen so far. It might have been on the Guinness Book of World Record except I don’t think their inspectors have been to worry-landia.

"Nope. It’s not a sandcastle. Yes, it has the shape of a Goldilocks Classic polvoron…because…believe it or not…it’s a polvoron. A giant one."

Future really impressed me with that. And so I had to ask…my fourth question.

"Who made that?"

"You. I’m surprised you don’t know that either."

Now Future’s answer really made me raise my eyebrows. Yeah, I felt that one. And it made Future sigh. He’s been answering my questions patiently and he knew I didn’t have to ask.

"Your tears of frustration are sweet because they’re made with what polvoron are made of."

That was Future.

"Like sugar and milk and some flour?"

Me. Asking my sixth question. Or was it seventh?

"Well. Yeah. Everything that’s happy is sweet. So when Happiness is seeped out of you because of Frustration, it goes out of you as tears. And they are sweet."

Future.

"Now isn’t that the most ironic thing that could happen in the world? Polvoron for Frustration?"

Me.

"Have you tried choking on polvoron?"

Future.

"Once…twice? I really don’t know how many. I eat polvoron alot."

Me.

"Yeah. That’s the feeling that Frustration wants you to feel."

Future, again.

"Choking. Now I get it. Frustration seeps Happiness out of me and gathers them and makes it into a giant polvoron so that I can’t eat it all at once. Because if I eat them all at once, I’d choke."

Me. With a new realization.

Future pats me.

And I woke up to the realization of things.

And yeah…I woke up…from a dream. I’ve just been crying earlier. I guess I cried myself to sleep. I traced the tears from my eyes. And it lead from my eyes to my mouth. The tears left a salty residue on my mouth.

Salty. But I know better.