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 :)

roadTrip.

the roads stretched on
   as the wind
       scattered my thoughts...
it too has burdens,
      tons,
         but it sang me songs,
             and persuasively lulled me to sleep.
 - 8:30 pm, Calamba going to Bicol
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