thoughts inside an idle jeepney
Mood:  blue
Topic: love
many minutes have passed. But I'm still here waiting in vain for the person who would fill that empty seat. though uncertain of what lies ahead and perplexed by the obscure meaning of your blurry calling, I'll still sit here and linger and wait profusely for your coming. Beneath the sweat in my forehead , the dust in my skin, and the blood in my fingers is the hope that you would come and salvage me from this insanity. I ask you to take me down to the underground, to my true refuge, my santuary which shall keep me safe from the absurdities of this existence. Many minutes have passed, but I'll continue to sit here and wait in vain for the person who would fill that empty seat. Bacause I know that the wheels of my soul would not be stirred into motion without the presence of you.