Petroglyphs in Angono dating back to circa 3,000 B.C. Images of humans and animals carved on rock, the artwork likely signifies some story, known only to their creator. Briefly, I internalize, imagining symbols in a personal story.
I crossed the seas long ago with barely anything in possession, except a burning fire inside, fueled by a distant wind. Thereafter, with unwavering determination and hard work, though I would sacrifice my prime and youthful health in the process, I would build an empire from scratch... But, I have since been exiled.
Forgetting or overlooking their own faults and shortcomings over the years, they instead pointed the finger at me. I was made out to be the evil one, and thrown out into the wasteland by the very people I took care of while I painstakingly built the empire that nurtured them.
Food, shelter, and other basic necessities gradually morphed into opulence, golden expectations, and various forms of luxury. It was just us in the beginning. But the glitter attracted not only insects, but snakes, predators, and demonic beings too.
From the phantom sand pyramids arose Mantis and the trio Rattlesnake, Black mamba, and Boa constrictor -- manipulative, deceptive, opportunistic, among other things. Originally part of the same crew, Orangutan was simple and comical, but material gluttony got the better of him. Emu has her head in the sand most of the time, but she is similar.
Manticore and Gila monster, the couple who forged fake gems. So many have come and gone who are just like them, experts at extracting the life out of things.
Then came the Komodo Dragon and her henchmen. Her venom brought a lot of damage in so many ways.
All these beings were successful with their poison and brainwashing; their opinions highly valued, and my voice was blocked out. Importance was given to them, and I was tossed aside and abandoned annually.
Lost in the jungle with each abandonment, longer each time every year, I explored on my own while waiting for the wind to return. I float messages in bottles every now and then, or send signals in other ways. I would message directly if I knew it would be peaceful.
Middlemen would make the process smoother, but with who's available, a lot would be requested in return, so I would rather not involve the Orangutan. My friend Salmon would have done it for free, out of friendship and for my sake, but he lives in another world, having swum to Hawaii.
As for Cookie, our offspring, her state is unknown, but I hope she's doing ok. Sadly, a year for us is multiple for her. We're all not getting any younger.
Images carved on rock, possibly trying to tell a story, akin to the symbolism and words composed in this narrative. Perhaps drawn by someone exiled by his tribe during prehistoric times? My mind just wanders and paints, because no one really knows.
Song 1: Just Once by James Ingram
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYxGmzVbvkc
Song 2: Make It Real by The Jets
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8LLF-46FN8
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