21/04/2025
The usual corner at this coffee shop. It's become my sanctuary, this little nook where the city's hum fades into a gentle murmur. Today, like so many times before, I found myself simply here. Sat, staring into the middle distance, the swirling patterns of the latte a focal point for an inward gaze. It's strange how quiet it can become inside my head sometimes, and then, without warning, the floodgates open. Thoughts just...flow. Not gently, mind you, but crashing waves, each one pulling me back along the familiar, often bittersweet, highway of memory lane. Faces I haven't thought of in years, snippets of conversations, "ang multo ng tawa" – they all resurface with a startling clarity. The present, this lukewarm coffee in my hands, feels distant, almost irrelevant, as I'm dragged back into moments "na akala ko ay ligtas na nakatago at hindi na gagambala pa. At dito, sa isang sulok", I become a silent observer in my own history, watching the echoes of yesterday play out like a half-forgotten film.
-sol