Playing in the Fields

Whatever kept us

Playing in the fields

Can never be

Measured by the number

Of gashes we had

Or the length of our cuts.

All the clouds we’ve shaped

in our heads

have all dispersed,

now taking the shape of scars

floating on top of our skin.

Whatever it was

Can never be taken away

By concrete floors

Or passing cars.

We fall down

Just the same.

(di ako sure kung ito yung revised version... naiwan ko sa office eh =)