It's 1 am, and I can no longer finish the sentence.
The clock is ticking. Should I sleep?
I'm losing my focus a little, and it's really late.
Drained. Frustrated. What else, self?
I need to refresh my thoughts. Reformat some words.
Eyes closed. One, two, three.
Imagine.
I find myself on an island. Daydreaming. The mountain, the ocean, the cows.
Away from the hustle of the city. I started breathing. Then, living.
A small place of rocks.
Of skies and hills.
Sea this. The promise of horizon.
Eyes opened.
Realise, I exist in two places.
Here and where I belong.
Photos by Butch Domingo
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