He's at the balcony on the 67th floor at a hotel somewhere in Davao City. He's holding a cigarette on his right hand and his arms are well rested on the cold railings. His eyes are pierced on the city downtown, watching the city lights crack down on his hazel wood eyes. And in a heartbeat, he then by realize that just like his cigarette between his two fingers, his hopes and dreams are also starting to quench. That one of this days, he will fade like a smoke of a cigarette. And even though that will happen, the city lights on the downtown will still burn at night. His life will just stop but the world around him will continue to run. The society will still work without him.
. . .
What's up?
Nothing.
