Riddles within cracks of pavement
are kept sacred within my mind...
There is no sun beyond the fog,
no beacon in the deadened smog...
Itchy, itchy, little witch
Have you thrown a potion on my skin...
The nights drags on
Lost in my thoughts...
Summer's tears and plastic cups,
daisy fields and apple pies...
With you there is respect
for the nothing new...
This place is not Copenhagen,
but this is Manila...
It’s 4:00am and I am trying to
Write something beautiful...
I wrote this following reports that police in...
In the shadow of the castle...
In each one of us there is some sadness
which the heart shelters keeping nights awake...
As the the pretty flowers are crushed and broken,
I miss you...
.
Float...