Twisted

Passing by the City of Tagbilaran in Bohol reminded me so much of my hometown. The way I used to see it. In the eyes of a child taking everyting in, acknowledging every wonder that each story brings.

I have often told myself, I'm never going back to San Pablo. I can't work in the suburbs when the whole city is waiting for me to seize every moment. But somehow, being in a place free from the noise pollution, free from neon lights that obstruct our vision of the stars, somehow, being here makes me rethink my decisions.

Perhaps, I do need to return to San Pablo. If only to quiet my restless soul. If only to find myself once more.

Perhaps, Bohol is there to unknot my twisted soul. So that, once and for all, I'll see the path where I need to go.