Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart. Truth be told I never was yours. The fear, the fear of falling apart. —"This Is Gospel," Panic at the Disco
You just got home after finishing an eleven-hour job that you worked on for twelve hours today (and six hours yesterday). The other day, you slept at six in the morning after studying and making a presentation for work. You're tired. But you're passionate. You're working on a required skill set, looking for the best … Continue reading Tired but not Sleepy
At 4:30 p.m., carrying a rose and a candle, I went to her grave and greeted her a Happy Mother's Day . . . even though I didn't know if she heard it. I looked at the sunset, hoping she was there with me, crying as I thought of it. I could clearly remember the … Continue reading “Happy” Mother’s Day
I don't like it when I'm awake at this time of the day. I'm neither working nor writing; I'm just lying on my bed, thinking about you again, Ma. At alam ko naman na kahit anong caption ko sa Instagram kung gaano kita namimiss, hindi mo na rin naman na makikita 'yon. But I miss … Continue reading And again, I miss you.
I miss my mom so much. I could still remember every moment we had together in her last two weeks in the hospital. I could still hear her voice telling me to wipe her mouth, and I could still see her lovely smile when I told her I loved her. I remember praying to all … Continue reading Que Sera, Sera