Maybe I fall because it’s the closest thing to flying.
I dream of airplanes.
Not of flying, but disembarking.
I dream of airport terminals, of
hurried steps and racing pulses. Continue reading “December”
Day 6, for my life in #7daysofblackandwhite, no people, no explanation.
Day 5, for my life in #7daysofblackandwhite, no people, no explanation.
Day 4, for my life in #7daysofblackandwhite, no people, no explanation.
Day 2, for my life in #7daysofblackandwhite, no people, no explanation.
We leave something of ourselves
behind when we leave a place,
we stay there, even though we go away.
Continue reading “Wanderlust”
I want to go to unnamed places,
let my heart unravel across
countries and continents,
through dirt roads and busy
avenues, mountain trails and
highways, shady alleys and
industrialized streets, watching
each new day’s light rise from
the window of my morning flight,
falling asleep in new time zones
very different from my own. There
is no one I would want to get lost
in the world with, b u t y o u.
1-week vacay at Bangkok. It’s very much like the Philippines. What’s so funny is that people always thought I was Thai lol. My favorite place would probably be the Asiatique boat ride, which was at sunset, and exploring all the rides at Dreamworld.
And when I say I will run, I do not mean escape.
I will fly on wings made out of what I overflow with,
wings made out of content sighs and satisfied breaths.
I’ll disappear around the curve of the world, far enough
that I won’t be forgotten, but far enough that I won’t be here.
I will be somewhere else, breathing different air, soaking up
new light, meeting new people, touching new lives..
Yes, that will be enough. I hope.
Company retreat at Villa Sena, Tagaytay. Such a beautiful, peaceful place. April 7-10.