Monday, July 29, 2013


I was sitting in my usual seat
A usual day in my everyday life
A place where I spend most of my time
A day that usually just pass by

I am here with people
People I couldn't hear
I could hear their presence
But never hear sounds

Surrounded by people, working
Yes, I am with them.
I can feel myself but I couldn't them
Maybe it was just me.

I did not want to entertain this
But my heart feels it so 
Felt like an abandoned child
Longing for the unknown

The voice I want to hear
It is my heart who speaks
The eyes that can see, ears that can hear
They are here but ain't feeling them though.
written by: Precious Anne Palaganas

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