There were nights when I’m a writer writing the first chapter There were nights, I’m a musician trying to learn 3 strums There were times, I’m a poet writing thousand of metaphors But a lot of time, I’m a peace after the war. – Kath Panugan
Read moreI love silence.
It is loud and pleasant. It is freedom and victory. It is peace after the war. That others spend a lifetime seeking for. – Kath Panugan
Read moreSomewhere in the future,
there will be a time where happiness is too hard to find. You are just there, sitting in the darkest corner of your room while holding an empty bottle of liquor. You are there crying silently. And that is the time you’ll realize you have grown up already. You’ll be full of wounds, you’ll try…
Read moreEven though how much our parents…
… told us that they love you and your siblings fairly, there will always a time when all you can do is to sit at the darkest corner of your room while crying silently because you are that one member of the family who is the black sheep, always blamed, because you are you and…
Read moreI tried to find myself…
… in different places. In different embraces. In different roles. And in different lives. Until I realized, I was already lost, I don’t know where to go. And oh, I was so dumb. Why do I crave for paradise and different colors of the sky? Why do I want to fly to the moon? Why…
Read moreTell me where your heart is.
There will be a time when you’ll miss that place — the place you called home, thousand miles away from the metro. And you are just there, at the 35th floor of the condo, sitting on a white wooden butterfly chair near the edge of the veranda, having a cup of latte that awakens your…
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