There's always a place you want to go,
to go back to and be lost in yourself
even for a second if forever you can't.
There's always a story to chase,
to write, and chase the lights
before it is chased away by darkness.
And there's always a mysterious place
which only your inner senses could feel,
nary a word from nobody.
Many times we find ourselves only after being lost,
And there's always a mysterious place
which only your inner senses could feel,
nary a word from nobody.
Many times we find ourselves only after being lost,
becoming whole only after being broken
in the never-ending chase of life.
j.e.masagca
BINORONG POINT, BGY. GUINSAANAN, BARAS, CATANDUANES
in the never-ending chase of life.
j.e.masagca
#advocatusdiaboli
#chasinglightschasingdreams
BINORONG POINT, BGY. GUINSAANAN, BARAS, CATANDUANES
Climb up the trail with the guides, and follow the path lighted by kerosine lamps to beat the sunrise as it moves up the horizon.
Then there is no need for words to describe this part of the "island of howling winds", which is the Province of Catanduanes.
A monicker, as it has as constant companion the orgasmic moaning of typhoon winds, whipped by the frothing ocean, yet remaining a virginal haven for the tired souls that seek solace in nature.
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