Escape

I need an escape plan - that’s what I said a long time ago. To run as far away as I can, where I can no longer see familiar faces, where I can no longer feel your presence - where I can trace no pain from our memories. Until I forget, forget what was and …

Memories

As I can hardly thought of, memories are the events we associated with emotions - emotions shape of what we remember of the past, according to what I have learned in school. But I have always thought of memories as something so vivid you could almost smell and touch it - yet blurry you couldn’t …

In between Life and Death

For one moment I mumbled to myself randomly while I was lying on the bed, what's the importance of life as I mean what makes life worth living, I know I sound like a complete idiot for being ungrateful - for having life taken for granted and for asking that question. It completely vanished in …

Change is Coming

Change has come. I was not prepared how drastic it would become - not until now that the sudden and hidden Marcos burial at LNMB happened this November. I for one, supported and voted for our President because I believe that an Iron fist was what the Filipinos needed. This move was a slap to …

Maybe

Maybe is the word that people frequently use whenever they were not quite sure of. And here I am having and writing all those maybe's in my life that I can remember at 5 o'clock in the morning. Maybe I'm supposed to be here, stuck and stranded. Maybe this is what I deserve, to have …

Bakit?

Bakit kailangang matalo matapos maibigay ang lahat sa pakikipaglaban, sa pagsusumamo, sa pag ibig?

Aftermath

Quietly. I cried quietly in between my baths, keeping it into little sobs so no one would hear, far too long to let it all out. I wondered what if crying would drain all the pain out, until it hurts no more - wouldn't it be nice if it was like that? But it wasn't. …

Far more beyond what is compelled to do, people seek what they didn't realize they needed. Words I've been wanting to hear, waiting to be digested, needed to pour it onto me like liquor only to spit it all out long after, but you weren't brave enough to see what has become of me when …

Writing has been my company since the day I learned to. For it never fail to watch as I lay down trying to grasp the imperfect reality I have and the dreams I desire to have. I have waited a long while to become one again as I write letting it overflow me. Imagining the …

Open letter to Strict Parents

We all have different types of parents and upbringing. There were parents who were very flexible that allows their child to go wherever they want to, and there are also parents who were very strict to their child. I definitely understand why they were strict they only feel that they need to protect their child …