this is not asking for more, not even asking for what is there to ask. can we just go, just go. and
siguro puedeng lumipad muna.
and go wherever our minds will take us for sometime.
ocean. I always think of the ocean. I can lose myself there, perhaps in the process I can see myself again. been too long. I can feel myself grow old if i try to remember.
then I'm losing sight and i'm missing the moon.
and knowing the scent of your breath again. and even your taste.
and the barest shrug, and that silent movement that your hands make. and knowing that there isn't any reason at all.
and I'm listening to old songs, and i remember the warm analogies of ferris wheels, some round things and our lives at the moment.
i happened to get off the ferris wheel. and hoping you'd look at all the other rides. and come with me.
"somebody save me cause my mind is a train, and it dont have a destination and it dont know my name"
thank you for holding my hand.
Jun 19, 2004
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