tangerine tofu.

I remember a morning, still dark, I burned my tongue on hot tofu, and tasted sweetness at the same time. Not a contrast, but pain and sweetness seem to be strange bedfellows.

So, this is Manila in another way. and being alone.

And yes, don’t forget the rain.

You know, you still pull my strings however far. I should wash my whatifs with the purple rain that would be falling this afternoon.

-o0o-

vertigo and tunnel vision.

I mean right now, and there’s this tic in my lower right eyelid. and perhaps hunger plays a large part, but the food I am looking for is miles away.

Like everything is miles away.

Or kilometers, or whatever way you want to measure it.