𝙐𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 Di-hamak na labis ang saya; ako’y hinirang, itinanghal na tila tala. Porma’y tuluyang inayos, hinubog ang diwa, sa pag-asang ako’y makasama. 𝙐𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙬𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 Di-hamak na ang mundo ko’y nag-iba, lalo pa’t unti-unti kitang nakilala. Dating tindig ay aking iniba, lahat maibigay lamang upang makisama. 𝙐𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 Di-hamak na nasilaw sa liwanag mong dala, unti-unti akong

Nothing feels more sorrowful than living with a passion that is slowly slipping through one’s fingers. It is worse than mourning the dead, because the loss does not rest—it lingers, it breathes. It reminds them daily of what they are failing to hold onto. Before everything tumbled down, the accomplishments became the face of the institution. Their mere presence served as  role models that everyone should look up to. But one thing's for sure is that they won't get the same lim

Mayroong pamahiin tuwing papasok ang bagong taon. Sabi nila, kailangan mo raw tumalon. Sa pag-angat ng dalawang paa, mga pailaw sa kalangitan ang bubungad. Sa pagyabag mula sa pagkakabagsak, lupa’y saksi sa pagnanais na tumangkad. Nais ko rin ibigay ang bigat sa hangin. Hahayaan kong damhin ang bawat pasanin. Kasabay ng bawat talon ang pag-angat ng mga pangarap, Sumabay ang pagnanais na maabot ang alapaap. Nawa'y maabot ang tayog na aking hangad, Sana'y humaba pa ang biyas na

We’re still kids acting like mature adults for the younger ones. Who else would they look up to but us? Chatter fills the aisles as I navigate through the unrest of malls. Instinctively enamored by the glint of the toy store, thousands of restless thoughts are silenced by the sight of what once was. Reminiscent of the excitement back then, it still glimmers in the present. An adult finding solace in a place where childlike wonder once took place. Lifting the demands of adulth

“Who’s the Star?” The little girl waddles toward the tree, swarmed by gifts and glitters. She looks up at the very top and beams at it. Her little heart is filled with stars, radiating off of her like a halo. In a split second, a hand appears in front of her. His wrist pierced as though a nail dug through it and wept with tears of thick crimson. The hand stretches to her, holding a rose without a single thorn in sight. Its stem is smooth and comforting than sharp and wounding