kabiyak
in the middle of the madness i've returned to i catch myself slipping into my wanderlust imaginary that inevitably leads my imaginary feet back to the scorching streets of quezon city and the muddy hills of kalinga.
i look around and like a chalkboard wiped clean, the present surroundings disappear into a blur. then like some bob ross magic, the lush trees of that mountainous terrain reappear, the scary foot bridge become steel with each of my step forward and Nanay Saling is there still waiting faithfully with fried saba.
its hard to be back again and not wanna go back again.
i look around and like a chalkboard wiped clean, the present surroundings disappear into a blur. then like some bob ross magic, the lush trees of that mountainous terrain reappear, the scary foot bridge become steel with each of my step forward and Nanay Saling is there still waiting faithfully with fried saba.
its hard to be back again and not wanna go back again.