These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

In transit

On and on it goes
Like tears, like rain
Though it be a summer day
It flows
Though my feet falter;
My breathe come in gasps,
Perspiration falls.
Though I get weak and seek respite
Though there be a million other thoughts in my mind
Though all the traffic lights have gone red
And in EDSA, the billboards have all blurred in my head
In transit, I am still occupied,
Indeed there can be no room for ennui
For thoughts of you are in here
Wishing you are sharing the day with me.

2005 March 14

For the Paranaque EDP people
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