May you never run out of ink;
of words,
of things to write about,
of reasons,
of feelings to tell.
May you never run out of you,
of translating your soul,
of unraveling your poems.
To: Ihra
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.
