It takes life to overcome pain.
Let all your sorrows kill you, drown you from the madness, stab you from your own regrets, and once you're finally dead- when darkness is all that is left. Then perhaps, that's when you'll recognize that one glimmer of hope, that all along, with all these sufferings and tears- she is still there, holding on.
And I hope you don't forget her.
Afterall, she's the old you.
To: Michaela
BINABASA MO ANG
For you, My home
PoetryThis is a collection of proses for the people I've met and shared my memories with, and for you who've been having a hard time finding this so called home.
