I never had diary entries for months, I've been so lazy to do that as if I could let go of all the knots in my heart. I am just attending my own clown show. It’s hard, even harder to write. To hold my anxious hand.
i don't think i am a character with chapters.
i am the air that is so dead inside the book that's so unalive. i belong to more than the definition of fiction. impossible to ever meet and hold.
Happy bday to me ✨
“ang kaarawan ay tila isang hangganan at buod ng nakalipas
na tag-ulan
bahaghari ay yayapos
at kukulayan ang mapuputlang
mga paa
nakalipas at ang ngayong paggalaw
ng mga dahon ay ikaw.”