musing from the struggling "sublime" goddess # 3

the goddess of rough things

she realized that indeed, she was the goddess of rough things during her bus ride to cavite. it started with the old and rough coins. after a few seconds of holding it in her hands, in her palms, it turned shiny and smooth. a little confused, she stared at the coins marveling at the almost mirror-like quality of its surface.

finally it dawned at her.

why she has a rough face, rough hair, rough hands, rough love, because she is the goddess of rough things. every thing that she touch will turn out to be newer, shinier and of course smoother.

so that's it, the reason why i cannot love her. she said to herself.