Search and Rescue

There is something I realized on the way home last night, snaking through EDSA aboard an overspeeding bus half past midnight, when the world is empty but yearning, eager for daybreak, and no amount of city lights or billboards are able to distract you for you are ultimately just looking at an old, aging face reflected against the highway: that no one will ever matter as much as that ghostly appearance staring back at you, whose lips slowly curl up to a smile once she realizes how far you’ve come, and how far you’ve yet to go before the faint outlines of Home greet your tired, wanting eyes.



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