Before Midnight

This was the longest night I have ever had. There are so many things I didn’t imagine would happen for only one night and in just a short moment of notice. It really is an unforgettable experience this year. I went out of the house earlier than I expected. It was a very good morning… More Before Midnight

Is It Love?

When do you know it’s love? Does anyone annoy you more than anybody else? But then, their absence still angry you. Have you been wishing upon the stars that that one person on your mind might feel the same way? There once was a time I felt strongly for someone. I hated him for not… More Is It Love?


Sometimes, we forget to breathe… Breathing is not just drawing out carbon dioxide and taking in oxygen. It is living. We fail to see the purpose of life. People ought to see fails and misfortunes as a curse to be miserable at. We are able to breathe because every day we are given a second chance, if… More Breathe

Don’t Limit Yourself

Stop limiting yourself from life’s choices. People see things from their own perspectives. Try looking through others’ angle, you might as well be mesmerized. Don’t limit yourself. Life’s choices are limited to what you let yourself in. There are countless options you can run into. Alternatives to replace bad choices. Possibilities to conquer. Hopes to make… More Don’t Limit Yourself

Sometimes we fight

Remember when… Sometimes we fight And I still love you for that. It’s not because of hate but because we care. Sometimes we cry and I’m okay with that. You open up to me like nobody would share. Sometimes we part but still, meet in a trove. Life’s a maze but, we always find each other.… More Sometimes we fight

Living a Lie

All my life I’ve been living a single lie… I was hiding behind a face not far from who I am, yet still not the same. I’m controlled by my self-esteem, or, I don’t know, it dominated the game. I’m looking through a stranger’s reflection, not even mine to tame, I struggled with desperation to… More Living a Lie

Soaked in Rainfall

What I like the most about rainfall is being hushed. Disguised. Masked. It won’t let anybody see what is the desire of the heart. Not even a single flask. Soaked in Rainfall will this soul be. Afraid to find shelter, embracing what’s asked. “Live a life,” they said. But how could it be? Around the corner… More Soaked in Rainfall