Monday, 20 April 2015

"At iindak na lamang sa tibok ng puso mo"*

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 ( 

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