It's been more than six months since the last time I came home, and definitely years has passed since the last typhoon I had here.
Signal#2 -- I've forgotten how hard the rain falls around here. Is it because we're in the highlands -- we're somehow closer to the skies? I don't know, but their impact somehow feels harder on the ground.
And the wind howls like 10-wheelers speeding in the highway! Damn, it's cold.
Somehow, the whole feeling of home wraps around me even with the typhoon drama going on. Warm drink, warm blanket, home movies, pets, some hugs and late night snacks -- all these just made my vacation extra special.
d gras undr my feet, up ahead, the purple moon talkin, wyl the clouds weep and i drnk its tears. lyin on my bak, the sand warm, the sun caressing m body, as the wave snd riples throu my skin, carying my soul to paradise as i watch the clouds formin dolfins throu closd eyes. dots flotin on top of my iris, mist showring my slip as fgments of abstract imagnations fill my head. words from the void come to lyf as i continue to fantasyz of dreams that defy reality - just got lost. find me.
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