"Home Again(?)"
The night sky was superb. The city lights looked like stars that fell to the ground and there they scattered too. The wind blew and it doesn't just give soft breezes but attempts too to clasp on your skin like it longs for you for a long time. Everything was just so perfect...and genuine.
The people—of course I must notice the people, their aura glows flamboyance and kindness. And that moment... is when I realize I don't belong here. I am bad and sad and never been glad, but why does it feels like they're welcoming me? How does seeing all these feels like coming home?
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BINABASA MO ANG
Dozens Of Feelings
AcakA collection of poems (mostly free verse), proses, or anything that comes to my mind and is translated into a group of words. ALL ARE MY WRITINGS po. •-•
