Illusion
There’s this thing about life where everything feels like it’s just… fake. Like you’re walking around, checking the boxes, but none of it feels real. It’s like you’re staring at a picture of what you want, but it’s just a…
How Time Redefines Us
The start of a new year feels like a reset, doesn’t it? Everything ahead feels open, unwritten, like there’s time to figure it all out. But if I’ve learned anything from looking back on the last year, it’s that time…
Another January 1 Without You
It’s New Year’s Day again. The world feels loud—fireworks, resolutions, celebrations. But for me, this day is quieter now. It’s heavy. It’s your birthday, Nanay. And you’re not here. I’ve been thinking about you all month. December always brings you…
Looking Back, Moving Forward
December always catches me off guard. It’s like you blink, and suddenly the year is over. All those plans and resolutions from January feel like a distant memory, buried under the weight of everything that’s happened in between. It’s funny…
Echo
I hear my voicebut only when it comes back,softened,faded,like a thought whisperedtoo many times to hold meaning. It doesn’t matter,the way it bends and foldsbefore it reaches anyone.It’s just an echo,and I’ve learnednot to wait for the return.
Weight
There’s a heaviness I wear,so quiet now, it feels like skin,like I was always meantto carry this. People glance, but never see it.They see my hands full of life’s clutter,and think I’m juggling just fine. But beneath the surface,there’s a…
Drift
I move through the hourslike a leaf caught in slow currents,pulled by the flow of others,never my own. Conversations float past,too far away to reach,but I let them slip,untouched,like they were never mine to hold. In the quiet of my…
Shades of Humanity: Finding Balance in a World of Labels
In a world that often feels overwhelming, it’s only natural to simplify things. It’s tempting to view things in stark black and white – even when it comes to people. For the longest time, I was all about labeling folks…
Through the Lens of Grief: Cherishing the Good Old Days
Today marks another year since my grandma’s passing, leaving behind a trail of memories and the softest touch of longing. I’m reminded of a thought that often tugs at my heart: “I wish there was a way to know you’re…
Walls We Build
There are times when I can’t help but feel like it’s all my fault that I’m alone. It’s like I’ve made this choice to walk this lonely road, even though deep down, it gnaws at my very being. I’ve become…