her head wilted into the crook of his shoulder- waiting to be taken apart
for diagnostics.
the circuitry was buzzing quietly. only the blue lights
and one orange switch
were left blinking.
outside the window, things were trembling billions of years away.
outside the window- the vacuum drank slowly
from what was left inside.

they had arrived at destination.whatever that means.
she didn't look up.
he couldn't.

Paano kung ang salitang kanyang binibitawan
Ay isang kathang isip lamang?
Isang pamahiin na iyo namang pinaniniwalaan?
Paano nga?
Paano kung ang salitang binibitawan niya
Katulad na lamang ng

"Mahal kita"

"Mahal kita"

"Mahal kita"

Ay hindi naman talaga para sa iyo
Kung hindi para sa iba?
At habang tumatagal ang salitang

"Mahal kita"

"Mahal kita"

"Mahal kita"

Ay isang Kathang isip lamang at naging

"Mahal ko siya"

Coffee and Paranoia don't suit well
But cigarettes and short talks do.
Little things do count
Just like when the raindrops
started to fall on the window pane
Which gives you serenity and the ability to
Keep your mind at peace

The way her fingers brush through his hair
Is like playing the harp
Harmoniously playing every strand
The way she laughs
Will always be the highlight of the day.
Short talks and long embraces
Are something worth remembering
Because for him
A single minute with her feels like
A long year run, even if his day is already dim.