I wander the streets, looking for something; Long lost between the fine line of dreams and reality; Run over by the crushing speed of time and the weight of sorrows. Why is it that I still look for it? Why do I long for your warmth, your beauty, your tender serenade? But I still walk, hoping to get to the end; hoping to know what was this madness.
As I walk, I can't help but notice the people that pass by. Those lost, and weary eyes, the long faces that seemed to have no reason. I watch them walk back into the forgotten world, wondering if they'd ever come back. I see people walking forward. Forward into the blinding future. I sometimes stop and wonder, "Am I the one that's lost? Or is it them?" I can never know.
I continue to trudge this lonely pavement. Digging my feet deep into the cement, feeling the rough surface upon my feet. Wondering... "When will this all end?" But I brush this aside. Because I long for reason. I want a reason. It's because I have a reason.
- Undefined Melody a.k.a. Joshua Tecson
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Letters to No Tomorrow.
Letters from a man who has had too much in life and is pouring it out on pen and paper.
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