I don't want to write because I write from all my pain. I don't want to write because the hurt still remains. These letters are my tears; these words are my lamentations. This poetry is my censure. I keep quiet in the dark, dark corner of my mind, wishing there was someone I could talk... Continue Reading →
I sat at a corner, my head on a friend's shoulder, a person between us, separating us for a time being. I hear your voice echo inside the room: a song you sing, a song that used to be for me. A song that was me. A song that used to be us. As the... Continue Reading →
From September 2015 to March 2016, I was in Tacloban City for a temporary work assignment. There, I introverted extremely, to the point that the only consolation I got after a day’s work in to masturdate in several local food places. And one of my favorite places to eat there, which I love so dearly,... Continue Reading →
I have considered Tacloban City as my fourth home. The six months that I have stayed there for a temporary work assignment were made awesome by the local food places that I have visited, and one of which is Cafe Lucia. It is a chill place you can stay in, whether you feel like introverting... Continue Reading →
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