Waiting for a Jeepney amidst the rush hour is like waiting for rightful love

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Waiting for a Jeepney amidst the rush hour is like waiting for rightful love

Edison Manalo

gleaming lights that blind you pass by as each rusty groan sound floats in the busy air;

and your heart hopefully scans signage of Kamuning, Project 4, Bambang or Cubao Yale

yet an unknown force secretly injects distaste on every possibility and or opportunity;

seats too constricted,

old worn out machine,

windows too small,

driver from hell,

passengers from hell (or at least “seem”),

or even the desperate thought of ” i’ll find it or it will find me”

The city slowly fades into a trance together with the patience and hope you have had few minutes ago

last count. last Jeepney. last breathing chance.

so wished you had a taxi instead.

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