Every morning as I walk on the usual paths to work,
I have to be mindful of the numerous millipedes along the pathway.
Memories begin to seep into my fuzzy mind
revealing its vividness.
Filled with reminiscences of my secondary school days
episodes of dodging earthworms on rainy days
on the very same grounds the old school once stood.
The merciless time robbed and buried
and solidified like the new concrete,
fluid memories. longing to be savored.