It was darker than yesterday, but the feeling was just the same.
Hopefully, there will be opportunities, but the opportunity is lame.
I am in the corner of this dim room, grieving, wanting, dying.
The monster under my bed is still looking
BINABASA MO ANG
In the midst of whispers
PoetryIn the midst of a whirlwind of emotions, I unearthed my voice. A gentle murmur to my pen, and a poem emerged.
