Sometimes I think about you. Through a view from a train, a line from a book or a song from a movie.
Fleeting, and for a mere second, my heart would melt. Read more
Sometimes I think about you. Through a view from a train, a line from a book or a song from a movie.
Fleeting, and for a mere second, my heart would melt. Read more
I know it’s late, I know you’re weary. I know your plans, don’t include me.
With the dark night suffocating the apathetic crowd, I continued with the song in a tired, strained voice. Read more
We’ve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
Your soulful voice continued to fill the stifling air, with expectant faces turned your way. Read More
3 A.M. I lie awake while the rest of those in my time zone were deep in slumber. I think of you. I think of us. Then I realized, I won’t be able to write another word tonight.
History: The rain suddenly stopped and the sun surprisingly peeked mid afternoon today. I spent a great deal of time looking out into the massive glass windows at work and the wonderful hues served as inspiration.
Enjoy.
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We were teasing each other about something but for some weird (and fortunate) reason, our lips met. It had been the most incredible feeling.
In the spirit of the recently concluded Oscar awards, I graciously accept the nomination from the lovely Ashley Cameron of ashleycameronwriting.wordpress.com. She writes amazing poems so please do check out her blog.
Before anything else, rules first:
Teaser: One of my beta readers (slash incredibly supportive friends) asked once— of all the beautiful places in the Philippines, why did I choose the quaint town of Sagada, Mt. Province as the setting for my first ever book project.