Aux 5

As she walked past the glass doors,
Towards the heavy, warm summer air
Towards the city that doesnt care.
Towards the harvest moon – pale and seeking and lonely.

She mourns for the lost days.
She sighs with boredom.
She whispers small prayers on the pavement
Then threw out a piece of paper in the wind

She waits for the bus, but is silently hoping it doesnt come too soon.
She hopes for a falling star, but is scared of not knowing what to wish for.
She leaps with feathery steps, but carries with her a heavy heart
And then she smiled with tired eyes.

Traffic lights.
Busy streets.
Countless stars.
Blurred cityscapes
Colorful strings around bent trees.
Towering structures.
Strangers talking.
And  a reflection of a girl looking out the bus window, lost in her own thoughts.
With a smile and tired eyes.


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Jona Alday

A corporate slave who finds joy in motivating and leading people but ultimately yearns for weekends and plotted vacation leaves. An Engineering graduate who HATES Math. An acrophobic who conquers mountains. A lover of sleepy towns, dawn, poetry, pancit canton and cats.

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