A Recluse Out of the Hinterlands

While ultraviolet rays are merely invisible in my eyes, I was patiently waiting for the vehicle to start.
I pulled up my phone from my pocket and tried to text some people, but despite, these days are considered zero like a well that has been dried up.


As the jeepney started, I find myself engrossed in the most desperate thought: to write and draft topics.
I was feeling a "writer" at the moment.


I wouldn't mind passengers that come and ...