Just got home from a 6-hour bus trip from Cagayan de Oro.
My fat-ass sore.
I'm standing up while doing this blog.
The sharp and narrow curves of the road still tingles.
Everything feels like a "coming from a boat ride" light-headedness experience.
"King Without A Crown" by Matisyahu still plays in my head.
My mouth still tastes like chilli-HOT Nagaraya.
I can still smell the bus on my shirt.
But underneath all the physical "senses overload" realm I am experiencing...
lies the TRANQUILITY and EXCITEMENT I enjoyed in a place called "Magic"...
something where the human body cannot contain nor take away from my substantial form...
My heart screaming softly to bring ourselves back.
And surely we will.
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