recto at night

it was 10:10 PM, i was standing waiting for a ride at recto. the darn lrt going to cubao has left 10 minutes earlier.i felt so fucked up on my ass for having a darn stupid moronic imbecile infested day. who said life is fair? who said that there's light at the end of the tunnel? who said that life is good? no there aint any light and no it sucks! well at least for me.

i hate what i have made of my boring existence. i may have had any but i dont have the things which i truly desire.and no its not because its not for me to take and that destiny has to take its toll, no its not because it is not yet the right time for me to have it. rather it is because i have never been good enough...

and as i stood there waiting for my darn ride, hating every smoke that raced to my nose, watching the cigar butts around me, trying to enjoy the city lights i have grown to love, a lady approached me:

"sir 200 pesos lang, apat na oras all the way."

i begged off not just because i was afraid of the STD she might be carrying but also because of pity. how could she sell her body for just 200 bucks? existing and surviving really have its prices. but i never expected it to be as low as 200 bucks!

i dont want to sound as a young politician wanna be, but the sight that beholded me has clung unto my conscioiusness for days. no its not because of her carnal desires that she sells her entire soul to someone who could swallow, spit and cum too much, but rather because she has to live. i suggest she takes a bullet in her head. because life aint going to be much easier for her. not in this lifetime.

and then i remembered, i was standing there, drowning myself with bitternes for the unfair treatment i got from my own existence. i could have hated my entire day, but i could not, because life aint that bad to me after all...