evening sky

i stared up at the moon,

it’s soft yellow light illuminating the surrounding sky,

bringing into contrast the nearby dancing stars.

around me was nothing but a thick blanket of darkness

and i found myself slowly engulfed by it,

as i lay down

on the damp grass

to face the evening sky

Paradise

I wake up to sky as blue as ice cream,
wilderness encircles me.
I am the wind and the trees,
my limbs are ice-melted streams.
The birds tell of all that they’ve seen,
rabbits run around my feet,
everything smells like mint and cypress.
Here, my tongue is an autumn leaf.
I am safe and I am far away.
My past can’t touch me here; nothing can.
I beling tonthe forest,
I am a dryad: unknown and nameless.
I fall asleep to the crisp frosty air,
the night sky is an aquarium above me,
I dive in
and become a fish
and seep into the stars.

it’s okay

sometimes, it’s okay to gaze at full moon while on a long bus ride and dream with your eyes open.

sometimes, it’s okay to feel poetic and express your inner self, and it’s okay not to feel lonely or suffer solitude but to be a chatter box.

it’s okay to act like a wild child when someone very close is around or want to just be carefree.

Best of all it’s okay to have dream to be a part of a story or any beautiful book in which you will live happily ever after.

Sometimes, it’s okay to dream like an idiot.

Dream about anything. Dream about life and let the child within you dream. Let it free!

Let it free.

Let it scream and hold for a moment to hear that echoing sound that bounces back from the past.

It’s okay.

It’s okay.

Art by; nintooner

WE ARE ALL COMPLICATED

We are all complicated.

Since when was being complicated a bad thing? Isn’ that supposed to be a good thing?

Complicated: consisting of many interconnecting parts.

I mean if you think about what’s wrong with having many parts or sections in your mind, your personality, or thought process. Will youn find anything?

If you imagine a world where everyone is called “not complicated”, everyone would seem to be dumb and empty headed.

Art by: Trina Merry

The Magic of Bookcrossing

I reunited with my book!

Two years ago, I left this book somewhere in Intramuros because I love the idea of bookcrossing.

Guess what!!! A week ago, a friend called and told me that she found my book somewhere in Intramuros din! I got so curious about the book because she told me that there are scribbles written on the pages so I told her to bring it back to me and tadaaaaaa! These are some scribbles written on the book, there are a lot more tho and some are looking for textmates. I never ever thought about crossing path with this book again but look! I love its broken spine, folded and tan pages and I think I should go leave this book somewhere again so that Tom Sawyer could continue his adventures. How cool is that? 🙊Sorry but this is like magic to me! 😂

The letter I wrote for the reader

Notes from the reader

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