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The Toxic Weight of Waiting

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  The Toxic Weight of Waiting The atmosphere has thickened. What was once a room defined by walls and chairs has dissolved into a toxic haze, an environmental manifestation of a mind under siege.  She no longer sits; she kneels, anchored to the floor by an invisible gravity. Above her, the "toxic air" takes shape as a looming, jagged shadow infused with high-velocity greens and burning volcanic reds. It feels less like smoke and more like a predator, a towering silhouette of anxiety that has finally outgrown the space. The colours vibrate with a sickly, chemical heat, turning the very oxygen into something thick and sharp. In this room, the silence has become deafeningly loud. The fractured light from the previous moment has bled together, creating a suffocating shroud that blurs the line between the physical world and an internal fever dream. The momentum hasn't just stalled; it has been swallowed. She has diminished, huddled in the eye of this psychic storm, a solitary ...
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Converging Traffic Manila

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Converging Traffic in Manila poem

I am a passenger entering Manila. 

The complexity of the city's carriageways and lanes is both bewildering and fascinating. 

I gaze out, trying to make sense.

Through the web of intricate pathways. 

The traffic is fluid; however, I experience it as chaotic.

My driver remains steadfast as vehicles converge and exit. 

Intuitively understanding this dynamic system. 

Balancing the collective's expectations with our personal needs.

I trust him as he orchestrates our safe path through.


Converging Traffic and Apparition in Manila


I err on the side of detecting threats in ambiguous situations.

Crossroads of the past, present and future


Convergence of Traffic and Apparition
As I sit in traffic, the air in Manila feels thick, with countless engines and people going about their day. I find myself staring out of the windshield, taking in the vibrant scene of city life. Within the chaos, I sought refuge from the uncertain situation. 

Suddenly, amidst the honking and the hustle, I notice a figure. It seems almost ghostly, gliding effortlessly above the cars and people. This apparition feels like a manifestation of my anxiety and the rich history of Manila. It's as if the city's past has been woven into my present reality. 

The figure appears to float gracefully, transcending into a bright future. It's as if this apparition bridges what was, what is, and what is yet to come. For a fleeting moment, I feel a deep connection to the essence of Manila, as seen through this apparition amidst the city's ever-moving pace.





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