when i see ayala avenue, in the peak of its busyness
when i hear its hectic sound and inhale its fumes
when i taste the dust accidentally sneaked into my throat
when i try to understand its loading and unloading zones
when i find it confusing where to spend lunch and whom to have lunch with
when i feel happy to see its holiday lights and feel bored when the same are gone
when i look at the window and see the marching protesters or just the plain commuters
when i find it hard to go home as much as i find it hard to go to work
........i am blessed. I know. Ayala Avenue reminds me of a LIFE where everything has its purpose :)
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