We define love.
We weave our own red strings.
We shape our fate.
We tend to love those who can't even see us.
We tend to choose pain.
But what can we do?
We're in love with a faraway star.
BINABASA MO ANG
Orbit and the Stars
PoetryAs a writer, I have a lot of thoughts popping out of my mind in between unlikely situations or conversations. In my twenty-two years of existence, I just made this compilation in which it reflected my entire life. Be it the sad parts or good ones...