Tomorrow I'll be away from Makati, a place that I feel I never belong to anyway, nor dreamt to be my retirement city. Tomorrow I won't be seeing Greenbelt 1, 2 or 3 or any structure that looks sturdy and tall or any place that smells Japanese ramen, Rustan's fresh, or Ayala-Edsa with all its toxic smoke and deafening noise.
In my hometown, in a far away, pristine place of Iloilo will I go. Tomorrow I'll take my little long-deserved rest. Yeah, only tomorrow.
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