An empty box is a separation between daddy and I. It fell from the infinite sky with nothing in it. Not even the traces of his scent. I can’t call that thing a “balik-bayan box” because even when he returned it seemed like he doesn’t exist anymore in my windows at least. An empty box… Continue reading Empty box
Softer than soft rain gently dropped on my skin and on the fabrics that covered me. Is how I remember the feeling of love. But not quite. Each of them lifted colorful parasols under the dull skies because they knew the storm would come anytime. They all knew except for me. I did not run and… Continue reading (Untitled) freefall mornings #1
Somewhere in this passageway I still haven’t lost you. I twist the knobs and slam the same flat thick doors, carrying a small weight of hope to meet you again while being chased by the unknown. Struggling as shit do my legs race against every tick-tock of silence that embraces my sanity, as far as… Continue reading Who do you write for? (Reply to 2012 Journal #1)
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