A journey of Life - MRT - March 5, 2008

The current are running through its tracks... sounding like crashing everyone who tries to jump onto it..

The rails are magnet forcing you to jump and free yourself from the curses of encounters...

The doors will open and one by one the droplets of your sweat will pour your whole body until you'll see yourself standing and shaking while the train's moving to the other end..

No space for you to sit on, no space for you to breathe..

The santolan station so empty... until it reaches the other end - Recto - FULL...

The train's wheels screeches like mad fire trying to catch the mistakes of the past, though the train's walls will tell you, that whatever you miss in direction, you cannot make up on time.

At the next station - Katipunan - I Heard the voices of people around me.. different smiles, different frowns, different smells... all are busy with their own lives trying to sew the pieces of themselves together... everything that they've left on the rails were pieces they have tried to forget. Hence, I can sense it... i can read their minds.. and it stroke me like wild fire...

A bolt thumped me, I have to step down the train.. I realized that I have made my life meaningful, and I wanna leave the tracks with a happy face and a content soul...

Leaving all the madness, leaving all the pains.. I'll start a new life.. and will find someone at the end of the train.. and together, we'll baste the tracks of heaven called..........


LIFE.