COMING HOME TO LEGAZPI

the old city looks the same.

it has always been even if it slowly changes its face. but it has always been rustic even in its struggle to modernize. embarcadero may triumph over victory village but even this would not hide the truth that the city seeks redemption from the storms that visit the city every year.

maybe old haunts have gone. but i know that there will still be the pinangat stall over there in-front of st. gregory the great cathedral. or the soft biniribid near the old police station.

mornings here are beautiful but the afternoon drizzles puts one in a pensive mood. better to be at the mall to while away the dragging hours.

there are exotic evening in legazpi. maybe, the city has a penchant experimenting menus and delicacies. i remember the nights we've spent in drinking sprees when we were young then.

old friends are gone and i feel like a stranger here. maybe, i've changed. so are my dreams that go beyond the city's boundaries. maybe, i left this city because it cannot contain the visions and illusions i long for in life. perhaps, to be here is to be consigned in a time warp that affects the mind.

perhaps, i have really changed.

that is why, i would only come to visit.

but, never to be permanently be at home.