We puff cigarettes and hope that the smoke will take away the feeling. We chase streets like children chasing butterflies. The roads are endless. The feelings are endless.
We live in a city of broken hearts. Many times, we try to escape and miserably fail.
Magpapaalam at magsisisi. ###
*See Armi Millare dancing to the tune of Indak (http://aftertaste.ph/2015/04/20/2826/).