Autopilot
I used to think there was a version of myself worth fighting for. Someone whole, someone unshaken, someone who could look in the mirror and not flinch at what stared back. But somewhere along the way, that version of me…
Letter #2: I’m Not Doing Well Without You
I’m not sleeping. Two hours, maybe three on a good night, and that’s only when I can convince my brain to shut up for long enough. The rest of the time, I’m just lying there, staring at the ceiling, waiting…
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…
Letter #1: To the Hurt I Let In
I don’t even know where to start, but I feel like I need to say it, even if it’s to no one. I wish I could look back at everything and say that I’m okay with how things turned out.…
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…
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…