Yesterday…

The narrow road I walk through everyday is the same today too; the same old bougainvilleas, silver oaks, the stray dogs with permanent resident status, the spot where the garbage is piled, cars parked in every free space available, and the only thing that displays any change is the lone jacaranda tree. The flowers are shedding now. And I wonder if I’ll ever stop walking through this road. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get a new life. Routine is something that always made me apprehensive. I’ve always been scared of being stuck in the same place and going trough the same old life and finally I end up doing that just the same.