cold coffee

i saw you through the glass walls of the coffee shop, your smile lighting up the entire room. i heaved a sigh as i mustered every ounce of confidence i had to cannonball into this uncharted waters. i lifted my phone, screen off, and used it as a mirror while i practiced my smile. i... Continue Reading →

the endless anguish of a lonely heart

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 →

Weltschmerz

You were a stranger, but not really—we knew each other’s names, but we were never introduced, never talked. I was that silent persona walking past you while our eyes locked, and I smiled as I saw you caught me staring. Our secret, stolen glimpses with one another made that strange connection deeper. You knew I... Continue Reading →

Do Not Fall In Love With Me

Do not fall in love with me because I never stay. I always move around. I travel every now and then; I get sent to almost  anywhere, often with no prior notice. You’ll only get to see me for a few days once a month—and it’ll be worth it. I’ll take you to places: movies,... Continue Reading →

03:00 AM Feels Trip

Whether or not we admit it, music plays a great role in our lives. With the right song, we either forget or remember everything, and we all have that song for a certain person in our lives.Below are the songs for the people who, over a short period, influenced me the most.   1. Hurt... Continue Reading →

occhiolism

I have been moving around lately. Last year, I was only home for three months, and the rest of the year, I was away—I was in three different cities, all for work assignments, even until now. I get to visit home once a month, over a weekend, or I’d have an extended stay of four... Continue Reading →

An Open Letter to My Ex

Unlike you, I am not good with painting or other forms of graphic arts. The best that I can paint are the words that my flow from both my mind and heart as I smear them across the canvass of my prose and poetry. And this is the portrait of my apology. I am sorry... Continue Reading →

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