Looking at the other side has never been a thrilling way to remind you of what things may be and what things might have been not. Its a grueling tale of what if’s and consequences that sometimes makes one dire in a way that he/she forgets what really counts. Though I walk and try to understand the various places that I have been through, I just can’t help and think back to wish that I should be crossing another line. Why am I here now?

In my travels, I fly, but I remain grounded as my heart is forever tied to the destiny of becoming a being of the land. Yet a whisper from behind always tells me to fly, to fly and to go to places I dare not go. I can fly but I am afraid of what I may leave behind. So afraid…

The street is long and wide. Opportunities a many linger but do I know where to look? Afraid of what may be on the road ahead, I continue like a blind child who only follows from his heart, the voice of his mother calling from afar…

White lights, bright places and happiness. All come together as if brought by fate and destiny. Cursed as I am, worthy not of the light nor the darkness, but the void that which lingers in my heart…

The need for money has been a necessity ever since commerce was born. However, this greed has been the root of numerous misgivings. Therefore, is money evil? Am I considered evil because it is what I need?

As a train travels down its pre-defined line, it reaches its end, but continues on as it goes back to pick up more people and begin all over again. I, however have not seen any beginning and I fear that I may come to an abrupt end…

Looming high above the early night, towers of neither love nor hate. They watch over as ants like me scurry home. Insignificant and lonely…

Great cities with great entrances are shadowed by the actual rotting flesh rarely seen by many. With this huge imposing symbol I stop to think if the path I travel would be even more frightening…

When one feels hungry it is natural to eat. This place of tastes serves the need for the time being. But God has said that “Man cannot live by bread alone…” And so I continue to walk.

As I walk down the very same path everyday, I fail to notice the simple pleasures of what the morning can bring. Though very urban, it somehow seems wonderful when nothing else is in the way.