… I found calmness and peace within me, in my innocent soul, and in my inquisitive mind.
And whenever I’m lost in other’s brutal words again—where my mouth couldn’t speak and my eyes couldn’t do anything but to release those heavy tears inside, my hand will always find its way to hold my eloquent stylus and cluttered paper. That’s the moment, where I could finally burst out those greys that haunt me.
– Kath Panugan
