the windshield wiper

-today...

it rained. i returned to manila for work. and for money. on the way, the bus i rode on suddenly stopped. the windshield wiper had broken off. we were transferred to another bus. where a baby kept crying like a... baby. where i saw a cute girl with nice eyes. where layla haunted my brain even more.

we fought again. no use talking about it because no matter how long i go on, it would all boil down to one thing. it was my fault. as always.

i am a windshield wiper. i may be just a small part but i am important. so make me feel important.

swish-swish-swish.


-tomorrow...

work.