06 July 2010

a big red box.

During that 5 hour long ride home, talking about Belgium, and Paris, and Prague, and book shops and cafe's, was when I realized I did not need all the luxuries in the world. For I have but one. A place. And a dream carried around in the pockets of my coffee-stained apron. And, out of all the majesty of what is an overwhelming scene, I see a big red box--to keep me close to home.

1 comment:

  1. Aww I like this! Although I'm sure the red box is all for the drama, sana may roaming cellphones naman tayo dun diba? Yuck feeling ko kasama mo talaga ko!