Lost ako
i find myself more and more comfortable riding the LRT. Except for the
push and shove, the LRT provides me an interestingly convenient escape
from the chaos I am in. Though were cramped in the tiny space,
everyone is free to move about in the vastness of their imagination. Each passenger trapped in their own little world, little nook, free to move about and free to concoct unbounded remedies for their miseries.
I’ve been more fond of watching the vehicles move from the window view on the 24th floor and have enjoyed more and more to be in a moving
vehicle because i feel that it is the only time in my life when I am
getting somewhere. I want to escape myself. I want to do an all-nighter and
stay in the busy streets of morato or timog or in the posh ambience of
greenbelt 3 or eastwood. I want to indulge in the chaos f d world and hear it loud against my pulse. Loud enough that it compels me to unite with its beat. I want to get out from all of these. I want to escape. I want to get lost so I can find myself.
