you are coffee, something i can live without and a craving i can never satisfy. you fill my day and take away my weakness. you are the distant warmth that comforts me, the scent that takes away my weary, the breath of caffeine underneath my sheets and on my skin. you are the heat that... Continue Reading →
you are the Spanish song that stands out in my English playlist, the only of its kind, the one that keeps playing in my head. you are the cup of coffee that i wake up to, whose scent excites me, whose warmth stirs me. you are the bar of dark chocolate i crave whose bitterness... Continue Reading →
for you, i thought i was ready to be found, like the missing piece to complete your set. for you, i tore down my defenses, i welcomed the inevitable idea of pain, i broke down my walls, knowing full well i will cry in silence in the days to come. for you, i fell too... Continue Reading →
Swings the heart that beats for you as a pendulum of lonely emotions— of pain, of sorrow, of longing, of uncertainty as these lines echo the ever unsure state of love. Flow the tears of regrets that shed for our past as a river of melancholy, rippling with remorse. Breathe the lungs that hurt for... Continue Reading →
“You are a writer,” he said, looking at me straight in the eyes. I squinted. “Yes,” I replied, quite unsure what he meant, “you have known that for a long time now.” “Yeah,” he smiled, “I have, and it just sank in, actually.” “I don’t get it,” I laughed. He became quiet for a few... Continue Reading →
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, for this small hotel at least. The cars were rushing in the streets outside, passersby hastily walking along the sidewalk, even the dogs and cats were busy being dogs and cats. John ran his fingers along the edge of the counter, his thoughts were lazy as well. He did... Continue Reading →
Coffee has always been a staple for me; I cannot function well unless I have my cup of coffee to start the day. And when it comes to coffee, I am an oxymoron: I am both adventurous and particular about how it is prepared. Here in Roxas, I get my beans from supermarkets (usually Sumatra... Continue Reading →
I commute on a daily basis: from home to work and vice versa and, actually, to wherever I go. The idea of getting myself a car is out of the picture; I do not know how to drive, and the responsibilities of owing one is enough for me to decide not to have one! Public... Continue Reading →
Food has always been my best friend whenever I am away from the people I love; it has been the only thing that constantly gives me comfort. It does not ask me questions whenever I express my homesickness, whenever I express my anxiety, whenever I express my happiness—it does not judge me. It’s just there,... Continue Reading →
