achilleus
alone is where you have always felt most honest. not because you could not be loved, but because you refused to dilute yourself just to feel accompanied. you learned early that your own company was enough. that silence could be a sanctuary. that solitude could be power. you were never…
an open letter
to whoever is reading this, love is not something you have to chase until you are exhausted. it is not something you have to beg for, prove yourself for, or shrink yourself to be keep. you are already worthy of a kind of love that does not ask you to compromise your peace just to…
how could you?
how could you love like this—so quietly, so completely—knowing from the beginning that nothing would ever turn back toward you? you entered with open hands, not because you were invited, but because you believed love did not need permission. you stayed where warmth was scarce, where…
i dated a blind man
he was blind, but not in the way most people think. he could see everything—but never me. he knew i loved flowers, yet never plucked one when we walked past. he knew i loved handwritten letters, yet never wrote a single line. he knew i loved sunrises and sunsets, yet never…
i stir my coffee counterclockwise
"how do you stir your coffee?” she asked. “the usual,” i said. “just like how everyone does.” between the silence, i wondered why it mattered. i asked her why. “i knew it,” she said. “just like the others, or whatever rhythm the hand finds. but have you ever tried…
it’s almost christmas
it’s almost christmas. i was nineteen the last time i remember celebrating it. that was 2023, back when the season still had weight in my hands, when laughter felt warm instead of distant. now, christmas arrives like a visitor i no longer recognize, standing at the door,…
she’s out of my league
we were sitting on the sand, the sun melting into the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of gold and rose. she turned toward me, just for a moment, and smiled—a small, quiet smile that made the world feel heavier and lighter at once. her hand brushed against mine, slow…
where i stand at 21
i’m 21. when i was twelve, i thought this age would already belong to someone else’s hands. we all did. back then, love was a timeline—partner at twenty, engagement at twenty-five, marriage at twenty-eight. it felt certain, almost guaranteed. innocence made it simple. we didn’t…
emotions are only distractions
i always believe:emotions are only distractions. they cloud thought, distort perception, and interfere with the clarity needed to survive. extreme happiness brings excruciating pain. every joy carries its shadow; every attachment demands payment. if you cannot bear…
the art of detachment
i grew up distant. from my family, friends, and people i barely knew. a kind of distant that does not use words, but feeling. growing up, i used to believe that depending meant weakness—and still, to this day, i stand by the same belief. my parents did not teach me the roman…
i once cried to hollow heavens
i remember the day i begged the heavens to let me see you again. the air trembled with thunder, and the world felt hollow beneath my knees. i was drenched, bruised by my own pleading, whispering your name like prayer, like confession. “please...” i said. “just once.…
in the space between heartbeats and memory
the bus ride felt endless, the road lined with memories i tried to forget. my grandparents thought i came to visit, to rest from the city, but the truth is, i came because i’m finally ready. it’s been years since i last set foot in my grandparents…
speak with language, not with words
the clock keeps bleeding. i find myself watching the blood drip—one by one. my thoughts began to drift, lost in a vast sea, carried by tides that know no shore. the waves inside me whisper your name—soft and hollow, like a memory begging to be remembered. was it…
Untitled
saksi ako ko kung paano ka nilisan ng mga dahon—nalagas, natuyo, ngunit nanatili kang nakatindig. at muli silang bumalik, luntian, buhay, at parang paalala: may pag-asa sa bawat pagkawala, may pagbabalik sa bawat pamamaalam. kaya nating yumabong,kahit mag-isa.
dagliang tanaw
ilang ulit ko na ring tinanong ang sarili, bakit may mga alaala na kahit matagal nang nilamon ng panahon ay patuloy pa ring bumabalik? nang humaplos ang malamig na hangin sa gabing binalot ng katahimikan, muli kong nasilayan ang ngiti mong minsang naging tahanan ng aking mga tahimik…
solidarity protest against corruption—white friday.
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hello! it’s been a long time!
21.09.2025 06:54 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
just unfiltered details
today is the 20th, saturday. it is already 14:39. 20th of september doesn’t ring a bell, this is just a usual day. however, this day feels odd. something inside me is knocking to be acknowledged, i don’t know what it is. or maybe i am just being delusional? i woke up maybe…
buwis [‘di] para sa buwaya
bumuhos ang ulan na sana’y masayang pinagtatampisawan ng mga bata, subalit sa kasakiman ng kontratista, bangungot ang bawat patak ng ulan sa bahang lumulunod sa sigaw ng mga mahihirap. ang pader na dapat depensa laban sa unos ay itinayo sa papel, ang haligi ng tulay na…
strange tide
september arrived like a stranger at my door, carrying an energy i cannot name. it lingers in the air, pressing against me, pulling the weight out of my limbs until even the simplest things feel too heavy. i don’t know what’s going on in my life lately—everything feels blurred, like…
the art of chasing gently
perhaps this is where i stop writing directly to you, though not the end of carrying you in my words. i just want to leave this here—honest and unfiltered, as it has always been. do you still remember what happened on august 11? the teasing at the hallway near the…
sunset! 🫶
03.09.2025 02:40 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
you are the music
caught in the shyness of your presence, i have always known you since first year—an outline at the corner of a classroom, a quiet figure whose name stitched itself into my memory. i didn’t chase the thought back then, yet it stayed, faint but steady, like a song i could not…
having you near me
the night was quiet. my thoughts drifting. when a song returned without warning—having you near me. it hums in my head like a memory that refused silence, so i searched, pressed play, and let it spill into the room. in its verses i heard not just music, but an echo of who i once…
