Reality is never serene as a summer sky
Yet it's full of heat splendor that makes a river dry
Reality is never magical as shooting stars
It always left people with gigantic scars
Reality is as cold as a winter breeze
Making passion burn out to freeze
Reality is painful
And it was never joyful
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...