Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Memories flooded my mind as I sat by the window inside the bus bound for Quiapo. I was awaken from my daydream when someone asked me "San po kayo?". I gave the man my money and continued watching the world outside the window. The images were a blur; it's as if the streets are moving, not the bus. I thought for a moment if that foreign word that I've said have affected my reality. Maybe. Blurting it, knowing its literal meaning but being rather ignorant of what it should feel is like an anvil from a 20-storey building dropped on my head. Must've been the effect of too much spacing out. Daydreams will always be daydreams. Just daydreams.
7:17 PM