Csunny Stories

What does the rain mean to you?

A love poem. How cliche.

Fear is to be expected.

Why is childhood such a messy thing?

Love poems, we all come back to them.

Our beautiful days.

"Give me what you can."

I carry hope. Want some?

Poetry.

It's contagious.

It's so hard to be happy when we hold on to what hurts, judges, and break us. Let go.

How sweet is the hand that let go.

The plea in my soul.

It may surprise you.

Being a Blackbird.

This story is kinda like the more you hate the more love, she hated boys and Isa pa takot Siya sa commitment that's lagi siyang bitter because of her fear