Yes, I'm a sad soul.
Overthinking is my hobby.
Silence is my second language.
But that's an understatement.
All this time,
I am alone, hurting.
I've given up many things
and I see no hope for me
until you came.
Then suddenly
I want to be different,
I want to feel.
Because I've been dead for a long time
that I've forgotten what it feels like to be alive.
You became my smiles and laughters
as well as my pain and tears.
You open my eyes from the things
that's blinding me.
You became my motivation,
my remedy.
But I alone is not enough
to fill the emptiness of your heart.
Because I am not her
and I will never be
so I'd better stop this fantasy.
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.
