Yesterday’s stranger is today’s stoic guide,
nape inches from my face. His Kawasaki
under us. I imagine he can feel me breathe.
Tickled by a fly, the land yawns itself awake… 71 more words
Dedicating this entry to my “That Thing Called Tadhana” hangover. The very crisp and thought-provoking usage of the song ‘Where Do Broken Hearts Go’ on the movie made me ask myself, saan nga ba? 600 more words