Is there such perfect timing in love stories?
For it seems like time
is the wall that separates us.
The wall that keeps me asking questions:
Is it too early to be in love?
Or way too late to be loved?
And the only answer I can afford is
— to be stuck here
in this timeless space,
in-between place
of holding on and letting go.
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.
