without me, the sun will still shine and share its warmth to the world. without me, the moon will still glow and show its beauty, conquering the darkness. without me, the flowers will still bloom and make this world beautiful. without me, the seas will still rush to shore and give comfort to those who... Continue Reading →
With the advent of technology, our lives have become more convenient. At the same time, these conveniences often come with negative effects. For instance, the simple plastic straw. It comes with almost every cold beverage we enjoy on a daily basis. It may look harmless, trivial even. In fact, it is one of the most... Continue Reading →
Those who know me have seen how different I have been lately. It was something I did not want to acknowledge at first; I did not want to admit—even to myself—that I have changed, and not for the better. It was difficult for me to actually put things into perspective, let alone words, that I... Continue Reading →
Most people believe that mental health illness are rare and “happen to someone else.” In fact, mental health conditions are common and widespread. Mental health and mental illness are increasingly being used interchangeably, but they do not mean the same thing. Everyone has mental health, just like everyone has health. In the course of a... Continue Reading →
Was I bewitched so by the thin red line to notice not that time released its hold and let pale Iris snip the silver twine to steal sweet youth before it turned to gold. Existence now is not what I was told; no seraphim and harps to grace my ear, just silence, painful silence, and... Continue Reading →
i am tired. i am tired of feeling the same pain: the same frustration, the same loneliness, the same helplessness. i am tired of overthinking why i wasn’t, am not, cannot, have never been enough. i am tired of being only needed because i am convenient, of only being appreciated because i am a resolution,... Continue Reading →
i wanted to write about you, about us-- the perfect piece of literature, unblemished of all the dullness and banality, something worthy of what we were, what we had been-- but i couldn't find the sparks of life and love that would bring the novelty of this piece into the world.
I was fourteen when I realized I didn’t like where I was—Roxas City. Nothing much happened here; it was the same every day. The things I heard on the radio were almost the same, over and over. The same news about the supernatural sightings, news of unexplained phenomena—but no eyewitness to recount the scenarios. It... Continue Reading →
you are the pre-loved book at a thrift shop that i brought home and finished overnight: your page torn and worn, your scent rustic and dusty, your letters faded, your story mysterious and unchanged— you are perfect to me. you are the feels that comes at three in the morning, the distant, resonating waves of... Continue Reading →
