I was listening to Sixpence's Down and Out of Town single when I thought of making a post. My blog had been empty since I created my account. So here goes my debut.
The moment I'm making this debut I was thinking of a best topic of yesterdays which I could write down to create a length-ful tale. I suddenly stop. Hit the backspace and return the old cabinet of yesterday. I look around and think of now. Well, I'm still at the office and it's Friday. Some are still busy but most are on their way home. Some are just like me. Trying to make things better for ourselves, our job and our lives. I think of going home. Going to the safest place I could rest all of my worries and thoughts of the future. The same place where I could rest, literally.
Going home. I miss home. Home too far. Home too missed. I miss going home.
Going home, I will bring some treats to the kids. I will pack my new clothes my parents and the kids haven't seen. I will bring my jacket. Sure it'll be cold at sea. I will bring some snack. Sure it'll take a long journey. I will go to the station and wait in the bus till I can fall asleep. I will be awake soon when the bus driver taps my shoulder. It will be midnight by that time. I will buy a ticket for myself and keep it in my wallet. Sure by halfway, the ship assistants will check for it. I will sit on the front deck where there's an open air. Sure I could stargaze for an hour. I will take a nap after and wake up when the siren's yelling "Home". I will be the first to go down. Sure there'll be jeepneys waiting for me and the rest of my kind. I will sit on the front seat of the jeepney. I will be home after an hour. Sure my mother's keeping the front yard clean holding her magical broom. I will open my treat and have it for breakfast. Sure the kids will open my bag searching for things they can own. Sure I will ask for a nice lunch. Sure I will discuss the things that happen the times I should have tell them. Sure I will sleep on my bed I missed. Sure I miss home. Sure I am. I miss going home.
By this time, I am still at the office. The record is playing "A Million Parachutes".
Like a million parachutes, the snow's falling down. I'll lock up the front door and turn the lights down. In the glow of the streetlights I see then descend..Like a million parachutes....
The moment I'm making this debut I was thinking of a best topic of yesterdays which I could write down to create a length-ful tale. I suddenly stop. Hit the backspace and return the old cabinet of yesterday. I look around and think of now. Well, I'm still at the office and it's Friday. Some are still busy but most are on their way home. Some are just like me. Trying to make things better for ourselves, our job and our lives. I think of going home. Going to the safest place I could rest all of my worries and thoughts of the future. The same place where I could rest, literally.
Going home. I miss home. Home too far. Home too missed. I miss going home.
Going home, I will bring some treats to the kids. I will pack my new clothes my parents and the kids haven't seen. I will bring my jacket. Sure it'll be cold at sea. I will bring some snack. Sure it'll take a long journey. I will go to the station and wait in the bus till I can fall asleep. I will be awake soon when the bus driver taps my shoulder. It will be midnight by that time. I will buy a ticket for myself and keep it in my wallet. Sure by halfway, the ship assistants will check for it. I will sit on the front deck where there's an open air. Sure I could stargaze for an hour. I will take a nap after and wake up when the siren's yelling "Home". I will be the first to go down. Sure there'll be jeepneys waiting for me and the rest of my kind. I will sit on the front seat of the jeepney. I will be home after an hour. Sure my mother's keeping the front yard clean holding her magical broom. I will open my treat and have it for breakfast. Sure the kids will open my bag searching for things they can own. Sure I will ask for a nice lunch. Sure I will discuss the things that happen the times I should have tell them. Sure I will sleep on my bed I missed. Sure I miss home. Sure I am. I miss going home.
By this time, I am still at the office. The record is playing "A Million Parachutes".
Like a million parachutes, the snow's falling down. I'll lock up the front door and turn the lights down. In the glow of the streetlights I see then descend..Like a million parachutes....
