Going Back.

Visiting Manila is always a thrill. Going back is never easy.

It's a bittersweet moment; stepping back home and leaving again precious moments or moments that were stolen by fate.

Manila by night is ecstatic; shadows moving and lingering. Mornings are easy; spirits willing and moods ever changing.

I wish for more days and nights in Manila...but I long to go back home.

Home is where the light, though hazy, is always warm. Where the air always kisses one's cheeks with tenderness.

Home is where the heart rests, where it remains silent and is able to feel every beat without a worry.

Home is where one begins to think and re-think and focus again.

Home is where one drowns one's sorrows and sadness because the spirit is hidden from the crowd.

Home is where peace glows.

I am leaving soon. There are countless ifs and should be's to be left behind. The sighs. The wondering. The sadness.