leopard love / on the plane to (or from) boracay island
I'm back―despite the state that I'm in, I really wish I wasn't.
It's like my home away from home.
I completely understand
although my tagalog is still abit rusty
just like those keyrings they sell
5 for 100 pesos
I'm on the edge of my seat
in the middle of my mind
nothing is ours apart from sleep, dreams, the sea, the air, the sky.
And we leave with nothing
but
fond memories.
―more holiday photographs being developed.
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