… worrying waste more energy than any other things in this world—it gets heavier the longer we carry it. So Darling, take a deep breath, remain calm, and think of a thing that makes you happy. Always remember that you deserve to live a life of quietude, not a life of repent. Young or over-the-hill,…
Read moreMaybe.
But maybe I love the stars not because I love darkness and loneliness and comfy blankets tucked under during my 10 PMs. But maybe I love the stars not because of anxiety attacks or childhood beliefs of shooting stars granting wishes for my 15-year old innocence. But maybe I love the stars, not because of…
Read moreBecause whenever I write…
… 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…
Read moreYour smile would always feel…
… like early June, the time where our hearts first met. A thought of me wanders deep down like a cold void, broken by the past I tried forgetting. Like the breezes of the midday January, where our systems tried exchanging the same eye contacts that haunted me — until now. And a step closer…
Read moreI was the words…
… who you never tried to read, I was the song you never wish to listen to, and I was the beat you never tried to dance. And even if your hair turns gray and might vanish me in your memory, I will always be the art waiting for you to appreciate me. You will…
Read moreToday is when I’ll forget…
… how your lips told me stories of happy-ever-afters after a hurricane. Today is when I’ll forget your smiles that showed me a magical world behind the roaring thunders. Today is when I’ll forget how I felt comfort in your hands for the first time in lightyears and how your eyes trapped me in a…
Read moreLooking back to those years…
… when the neighborhood is full of happy faces and genuine laughter makes me want to go back to those moments of my life because now we’re more than strangers. But keep in mind that we are all strangers with a lot of unforgettable memories. – Kath Panugan
Read moreI have no doubt that self-love…
… brings so much joy to me. It soothes chaos and awakens my inner desires. Later, I realized that glow up can’t only be achieved through money to buy beauty products rather, acceptance and untangling threads through deep talks between you and your soul shows more vivid result. – Kath Panugan (How to glow up?…
Read moreI once cried.
I remembered how busy I was asking for someone and worrying about how did life went the way they didn’t expect. I was busy building down the broken wall of their systems without noticing how my heart was left with an emotionless void. But I couldn’t remember when was the last time someone asked me…
Read moreAnd even if how often we told ourselves…
… to not think of people’s hearsays about us, we still can’t elude to perceive pain inside. Darling, it is okay for you are still a human being—you have senses and emotions. But even if how much you wanted to take revenge on those people, stop yourself from doing that. It will not heal the…
Read moreEven if my name doesn’t sound the same way for you,
even if our hearts would never meet the way we do, and even if we are destined no more — I’d still hope to meet you in the next life. Because in there, my heart would still beat for you.” – El (Meet me in my afterlife)
Read moreIt’s starting to get darker inside.
The coldness lingered through my system as I tried reaching out for the light. Save me. Save me from the monster inside my head. Someone, save me. But nobody said hell is transparent. Nobody said suffering is infinite. And the inevitability of pain is stronger than my weaknesses. No one was there to save me,…
Read moreOh I really hate this feeling.
Those clement eyes looking straight into my innocent soul. I hate this more than the coffee stains that spilled on my white bedsheet. I hate this more than the storms on a strong rain. I hate the feeling more than I hate you. Those eyes looking at me are begging again for another chance. But…
Read moreAs my brother drove down the car…
… bound to an old place where we spent our childhood days, a mixed of excitement and missing pieces was covering my whole soul. As we passed by the old trees beside the petite way, a wave of nostalgia swept after me, oh how I missed the spot. Is this really how Ed Sheeran’s Castle…
Read moreAnd if ever someone tells you to stop living…
… tell them that you are a child of the universe and so they are, with that you deserve to be here, to live, to breathe and to have the life you want. Don’t let other people stop you from living. You were born because you worth no less than the stars and the moon…
Read moreAnd there I found you in the darkest rose garden…
… where skies are shaded with gray, where thousands of fireflies are nowhere to be found, and you were there torn between the cloud castle and impositions. You were there drowning in your own tears and eaten by your own thoughts and suddenly, a light gleamed that sealed your naked and swollen eyes—it was me,…
Read moreLost
Everything seems calm Like the emptiness of my palm Not until you came again And disturb me in my gin I gave you the purest love I have You gave me flowers made of lies But I am still and forever be a fool I still love your fake love after all I am fierce…
Read moreAnd suddenly, we stop talking again.
All those laughters and dramas we shared are now part of the past, our past. Now, I am just a memory on your mind slowly subsiding, slowly fading and will soon to vanish. You might forget every details of me but I treasured you somehow that I have recorded every memories of ours on my…
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…
Read moreLove will never be specific…
… for it resides the purity of hearts as we are to someone. Love is not the glammed drama girls get during their sixteenth year, nevertheless the feels of skipping a heartbeat whenever his scent wanders around. Love is not something we get to choose in between, even if it takes fifty pages of a…
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