… 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 moreKeep that friend…
… who let you wear what you want for she knows you are comfortable with it. Keep that friend who buys you food every time you are craving or you are just hungry. Keep that friend who will get drunk with you and listen to your dramas until 6:00 AM. And keep that friend who…
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 moreIt’s okay…
…to make your Facebook profile private — it’s hard to thank people falsely praising you. It’s okay to put your earphones on even if your music isn’t playing. You’re tired of giving attention and want to pretend you don’t hear them. It’s okay to post or share sad content. Do whatever you want with your…
Read moreOne day,
a time will come where you feel like you wanted to have a break at some point. It will come, perhaps, with the memories you longed ages ago — and it will feel real than the moment you wished for it. It will feel painful but it won’t cause a heartbreak. It will feel destructive…
Read moreGo placidly…
… amid the roar and hatreds. Remember that there is somehow peace and pacific in silence and whenever you get tired of listening to those unsavory voices, just listen to your favorite Before You Exit’s playlists and watch the sky changes its hue. Breathe. Let those massive tears drained from your tired eyes. – Kath…
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 moreTrapped in a shady blue…
… of whirlwinds from my past, it was me — it was me howling like thunders and wishing for the night to hush me to sleep amidst the shivering coldness. In that body I was trapped with thorns coming out of an ash green, swaying like I’ve never been this hurt before. People would choose…
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