And when I told you to dream, what I meant is stop cutting up your own wings to keep yourself from the risk of falling. You know that we can't always stay on the ground, and stars will never grow on roots- they are hanging in the sky. And they don't fall as you wish, you have to fly.
To: Daryll
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.
