Searching by Day

Art by Angelika Mae Bacolod/ THE FLAME

AS THE sun dips, the world shifts. The night burdens her with its heavy weight of unspoken stories and unfulfilled dreams. 

Under the streetlights, her laughter mingles with the hum of the city—specks of hope rise amid hidden desires. In the darkest of places is where she finds her stage. 

In smoke-filled rooms, she paints smiles on faces, hers hidden behind a mask of confidence. Each encounter is a temporary warmth, flickering like candlelight, before simply disappearing into thin air.

The vibrant colors of the night fade into muted hues, and Ana, weary yet resolute, sheds off her nocturnal skin. She slips into the day as if a chameleon, her heart racing with the hope of finding a different kind of light.

Wearing her heart on her sleeves, she stands before the gleaming glass fortress. The interview room was a sterile box, filled with the scent of coffee and the tightness of unspoken judgments. 

The panel sits before her, faces lined with expectation, eyes sharp as blades. She speaks, each syllable like a bridge collapsing underfoot. 

Weekly interviews become a ritual of hope and despair. And as the familiar air of rejection hits her, so does the echo of her double life.

Ana’s shoulders droop, and her smile slowly vanishes, as if in sync with the gradual transition of the day’s muted hues to dusk’s dark ones.

She steps back onto the streets, the sun now fully dipped behind her, as she transforms into her shadow once again. – Ren Sophia Bughaw

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