jaded description of everyday musings brought about by too much tea and pandesal on scorching hot evenings
meet me halfway
towards where
the end is but
a distant speck
and the beginning
is but a past
long finished
only to
grasp that
halfways
are meer
illusions of past
and future
hopes and
dreams
we hope to grasp
in our feeble minds
halfway
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