MELANCHOLY

Tagaytay Ridge, ghost month by elmer nev valenzuela

One storm after another. The wind, shower and fog take turns in rattling the empty ferris wheel pods. A figure looms from what was zero visibility for a moment. The night, black as blindness. I’m two thousand feet up sea level and two thousand feet downcast.

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