Every night, I convince myself that this will be the last time. The last time I’ll talk to you in my head as if you’re still here listening. The last time I’ll make up little conversations with you just to silence the loneliness. The last time I’ll replay your voice messages so sleep can finally fi...Read more

When I die, do not bury me with my favorite hoodie or my journal or my favorite headphones. When I die, bury me with a picture of her in my front pocket so I can show everyone in heaven who made me a better person. Sew the sound track of her laugh in the center of my ribs and tuck her name beneat...Read more

When I die, do not bury me with my favorite hoodie, my journal, or the headphones I used to escape into noise. Instead, place a photograph in my front pocket, not as proof of possession, but as a reminder of a season in my life when I learned what it meant to feel deeply human. Let it be folded so...Read more

Silent seas swallow sorrow slowly, sinking sounds into the stillness beneath, where the world forgets to breathe properly and everything heavy learns how to sink. Shifting shadows shiver in the shallows, stretching and splitting across salt stained surfaces, where scattered stories stop speaking an...Read more

i don’t know why i kept this moment, like it meant more than it should. you weren’t trying to look perfect, you just were. unguarded. real. like you forgot people might be watching. and that stayed with me. not the frame, not the light, but the honesty you didn’t hide well enough. you looked lik...Read more

It never really announces itself, but my eyes always seem to know where she is. Not because I search for her, everything else just slowly fades when she’s around, like the world softens just enough for her to stay clear. I don’t notice the exact moment it happens, only that somehow, out of everythin...Read more

how many nights do i have to survive before your name stops sounding like a prayer i never meant to memorize? ilang beses ko bang kailangang ulitin sa sarili ko na tapos na, na wala na, para tuluyan kong maramdaman? i keep asking myself when will your absence finally feel like absence, and not like ...Read more

I wish she knew how my heart moves every time she walks into the room— how it rises, like it’s trying to meet hers halfway without my permission. I wish she knew that when she laughs, I fall a little harder, the sound landing somewhere deep inside me, in a place I didn’t know could bloom just from ...Read more