I’ve been imagining how safe it feels to avoid the fire without even thinking that getting burned is a feeling too. – El
Read moreThe moment I stopped writing about you.
I still look for you in every piece I write lately. I still look for the metaphors that described you in ways that I couldn’t. I still look for the chapters where we’ve been once, and in the paragraphs where I had my worst and in the periods where you came and saved me. I…
Read moreLosing is an art
It takes an artist to dig into it Just to understand its angle and details But in this art, Please be an artist For you to understand That there’s a beauty in losing someone So that you won’t spend your night Sitting in the corner And asking yourself, ‘Am I not enough?’ – Kath Panugan
Read moreWhere It all Started
Dates aren’t vivid, the moment is. You stood on that door and everything’s unsure. Surroundings seem blurry. And all I can see is you. And that’s the moment it all began. A regretful one. – Kath Panugan
Read moreAnd, it’s okay to be a blur sometimes.
It’s okay if you don’t see the signs like what others want you to do. It’s okay if you are torn between choosing the best or being the best in all aspects. It’s okay if you don’t shine when morning comes or sparkle when the dusk presents its stars. You are not a disaster, not…
Read moreYou are made of petals…
… anyone would dare to touch. You are as red as blood and as soft as lips. What a beautiful rose you are but he picked the sunflower. It didn’t make you less a flower. – Kath Panugan
Read moreHow did I even become a prisoner of your yesterdays?
Today, I’ll stop sending letters and vintage photographs while pretending that I’m still in the ocean of your smiles. Today, I’ll walk away and never look back to the things we used to talk about but never made it to the horizon. Today, I’ll think about how loving myself feels much more than just loving…
Read moreSome nights feel like strangers.
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
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