makati skyline

i used to sit and wait for the night
to fill the sky with stars
as i ask the lingering shadows
where the world has gone

i used to wonder if i could count
the thousand shades of sunset
and store them one by one in a bottle
that i could open on cold dark midnights

i used to think about other people
who stare silently at the moon
weaving dreams of forever
and tales of love lost and found again
or myths of love lost and gone for always

i used to believe in things i cannot touch
in things i could only feel
through words stuck inside my chest
i used to believe..

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last night i stood and watched
as makati's towers light up
against the dying sun

last night
pieces of my old self died.

03.03.2004.12.38.p.m.