I live for afternoons under lavender skies and company with conversations about things that goes underneath the surface.
I live for evenings under the starry nights that speaks to my hundred year old soul—calling out to its past lives.
I live for midnights with reckless crying and sleeping through the pain. I live for its ability to bring out the rawness of my emotions that never gets to see daylight.
I live for 2:00 am thoughts about giving up and drowning in an ocean of thoughts and getting carried away until I am washed ashore somewhere I cannot be found.
And...
I live for mornings where I wake up to sunlight seeping through my curtains and illuminating my walls and my bed; signifying another chance.
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Letters From The Moon
PoesíaHe took me to the moon, but left me there. A collection of poetry-intertwining a journey of love, pain, surviving, and blooming. Copyright 2019 by Lorenzo Miguel C. Que All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manne...
