Akii St. ang daang patungo sayo

𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒

I hope that when love visits me again, it arrives at the right time.

A time when you have no one to lean on.
A time when everything seems to be falling apart.
A time when all you want is someone who can be there with you—someone who listens, someone you can cry on.

It's not that I take pleasure in your pain, but perhaps I'm just a hopeless romantic who believes that love truly begins at your lowest moments.

I want to be with you during those times.
I want to show you that you are more than enough, that you are worthy of love, that you deserve to be cherished.

In those moments when all you see is disgust and self-pity, I want to show you how proud I am of you for fighting those battles every day.

I want to win with you every day. I want my days to be victorious with you, even amidst agony and tears.

I want to show you that your scars are medals and trophies, proof of your small victories in the silent battles you face alone.

I want to be there for you every time you need me.

I want you to be happy and strong before we meet, before love brings us together.

But I also want to prove to you that I will stay even in your darkest days.

I will stay even when the world feels bleak.

I will stay even if it means I could be bleeding too.

I will stay even if it means suffering, carrying the burdens you share with me.

If you allow me to share your world, I will stay.

Every day. Always.

Because maybe love means giving all your 1% when that’s all you have left.

Nakakatakot talaga ang pagpikit at umasang bukas ay magising.

Takot din akong matulog sa kadahilanang hindi ko na plinano ang kamatayan.

Sa pagdating mo ay ang bawat pagkakataon at bukas ay naging mahalaga—

Binuhay mo ang mga paru-paru sa tiyan kong matagal ko ng ikinulong.
Para bang itinutulak akong pakawalan sila at makita ang mga bulaklak at liwanag ng paligid.

Simula nang dumating ka ay hindi na ako takot matulog magisa. Pakiramdam ko sa bawat pabaon mong “goodnight” ay parang kasama na rin kita.

𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦
𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢'𝘺 𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵

//stream sining by Dionela//

Ang iyong ganda ay maihahambing ko sa linya
Sa pagitan ng langit at ng dagat

Eksakto—payapa sa puso

Sa kung paanong ang matamis mong ngiti
ay bumagay sa sout mong damit na itim

Ikaw ang pinakamaganda sa lahat

𝙈𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙨𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙣

Kung bilang nalang ang oras na nalalabi sa mundo.
Kung bilang nalang ang memoryang pwede kong maibaon sa isip ko.

Ayos lang ba kung ikaw ang huling makikita ko?
Ayos lang ba kung ang pangalan mo ang huling tatandaan ko?

Sa pagpikit ng mga mata,
At kung bukas di ka na makilala.

Sana ay matandaan ng puso ko
ang daang pabalik sayo
Sana ay di malimutan ng puso ko ang bawat parteng bumubuo sayo

AKII

“𝙆𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙬 𝙄𝙠𝙖𝙬, 𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬 𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙬”

Biruin mo nga naman oh,
Talagang gumawa pa ng kanta si Maki para mailahad ang mga bagay na nararamdaman at nakikita ko sayo.

“𝙉𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙙'𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖, '𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙞, 𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙞 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙝𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙞
'𝘿𝙞 𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙖 𝙢𝙜𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙖𝙝𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙤”

Madalas akong hindi sigurado sa mga lahat ng bagay pero pagdating sayo.
Ikaw ang katiyakan ko—

Ikaw ang naging dahilan ng muli kong pagngiti.
Ikaw ang naging dahilan sa muli kong pagkapit at pagsilip para sa kinabukasan.
Ikaw ang payapa ko.

Sayo ko naramdaman ang maging mahalaga.
Sayo ko naramdaman na ayos lang ang mapagod, lumuha, magantay at sumubok.

Paborito ko ang ikaw—
Ang bawat parteng bumubuo sayo.
Ang DILAW na enerhiyang bumabalot sayo

𝘒𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘰. 𝘐𝘬𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘮 𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘸.

//stream DILAW by Maki! (watch nyo MV!)//

“Naiisip mo rin kaya ako?”

Mga salitang palaging dumadalaw sa mga gabi ko. Sa tuwing magisa, pagod at kapag alas dose’ na.

Kasi ako oo,
Naiisip kita;
Naiisip ko kung naubos mo na kaya yung paborito mong chocolate ice cream na isang litro o kung pababa ka na ng gusaling pinamahayan mo—

12:45 madalas ang pagbaba mo. Dahil malapit lang naman ang ang tirahan mo sa sa gusali kung nasaan ang pangarap mo.

Naiisip kita sa paraang, pauwi ka na ba?
medyo mag a-alas otso na, baka sakaling wala ka na namang mabiling ticket ng bus pauwi sa tahanan mo, naiisip kita sa paraang mas pipiliin mong tumayo ng ilang oras maka uwi lang—sa pinakamamahal mong a*o. matamis ang pangalan nito at oo nag-aalala ako para sayo.

Naiisip kita palagi. Sa kahit saan.
Sa Tamaraw. Sa Philgun. Sa Monunomento.
Sa elevator, sa tindahan ng chicken rice, sa tapat ng St.Martin, sa taas ng overpass, sa bilyaran at sa kahit saan ako dalhin ng mga paa—ang lahat ng lugar ay patungkol sayo.

Naiisip kita.
Tuwing ang bawat mga letra ay akmang magkakaisa para makabuo ng isang talatalang ang tanging kahulugan lang ay “ang ganda mo talaga”

Naiisip kita.
Mula sa mga musikang napagsaluhan nating dalawa. Naiisip kita Palagi— ni Tj Monterde.

Naiisip kita. Sa mga pagtahimik ng langit.
Sa kung paanong ang katahimikan mo ay hudyat ng gustong mapagisa dahil sigurado ako, sigurado akong kinukulong ka na naman ng mala gusaling mga tanong mo sa isipan.

Naiisip kita.
Sa kung paanong ang luha ay hindi mo na kilala.
Naiisip kita, sa kung paanong ang tingin sayo ng marami ay malakas ka— oo malakas ka— bilib ako sayo. Kaya naiisip kita.

Sa kung paanong ako naman ang a-abot at magsasalba kay Darna. Yung hindi nagbabato.

Naiisip kita.
At hindi ko na itatanong pa.
Kagaya ng naunang linya.

Dahil sapat na ang naisip kita, hindi mo na kailangan na isipin mo ako.

She's a sleepyhead, nestled in her cozy cocoon of blankets, breathing softly in the quiet of the morning.

As the world outside begins to stir, she remains lost in the tranquility of her dreams, bathed in the gentle warmth of sunlight peeking through the curtains. In this peaceful moment, I promise to stay by her side, loving her more with each passing heartbeat.

When she finally awakens, I'll be there, ready to greet her with a tender embrace and a heart full of love.
I'll whisper sweet promises in her ear, assuring her that I'll always be here, guarding her from any danger and cherishing every moment together.

So, my dear, just sleep tight, knowing that I'll be here, loving you endlessly, now and forevermore.

Nang sandaling marinig ko ang kantang “Sigurado” ni Tj Monterde ikaw agad ang sumago sa isip ko.

Madalas akong hindi sigurado sa lahat ng bagay.
Sa lahat ng pagkakataon.
Madalas akong takot sa bukas, sa mamaya o sa mga oras na darating

Kung tatanungin mo ako sa paborito kong pagkain ay ang isasagot ko sayo “marami” o “kahit ano basta hindi maanghang”

Kung tatanungin mo ako kung naisarado ko ba ang pinto ng bahay bago ako umalis ay ang isasagot ko sayo ay pagkunot ng noo.
Senyales, pahiwatig ng di ko alam.
Kababahan pa ako niyan.

Kung tatanungin mo ako kung saan kakain ang madalas kong isasagot ay “ikaw na bahala, kahit saan, kayo na san’ niyo gusto”

Minsan isinisisi ko pa sa mga tala ang pagiging hindi ko sigurado sa mga bagay-bagay, idinadahilan ko pa ang langit—
“pasensya na, libra” “libra things kayo na mag desisyon”

dahil oo, takot talaga akong mag desisyon.
dahil madalas akong hindi sigurado.

Pero pagdating sayo.

Sigurado ako.

Mula sa mga ngiti at tawang nailalabas ko ay sigurado akong masaya ako.
Hanggang sa pagsinabi kong mahal kita, malalim na itong nararamdaman ko, gusto kita, maganda ka. Sigurado ako.

Sigurado ako na ang lahat ng bagay na lalabas sa bibig ko ay galing sa puso ko.
Lahat yun sigurado at puro.

Marahil kasi naramdaman ko sayo ang payapa. Ang kalmado. Ang pahinga. Ang paghinga. Ang buhay. Ang pag-ibig.

Kaya ang daling mag desisyon na walang pagkatakot sa kung anong pwedeng dumating.

Kaya magaan ang bawat pagpapasya, walang halong kaba sa mga pwedeng mangyari sa mamaya, sa bukas o sa mga susunod na oras.

Kaya magaan maglakbay sa gabi dahil ikaw ang tala sa gabi kong madilim.

Para bang ikaw ang sagot sa lahat ng tanong.
Parang kahit maligaw ako ng kalyeng daraanan ay sigurado akong ang tanging uuwian ko ay ikaw—
Akii—Akii st.

Sigurado akong ikaw ang aking tahanan.
Sigurado ang puso ko na ikaw lang ang
pupuntahan ko.

Sa mundo kong puro “paano kung”
“pero kung” “baka kasi”—

Ikaw ang aking nagiisang SIGURADO.

“You know, have you ever heard of this place called the Museum of Failure?”

It's this museum where they showcase things that didn't quite work out, like inventions that flopped or projects that fell apart. It sounds kinda sad, but for me, it's a reminder that it's okay to mess up sometimes and that we can learn a lot from our mistakes.

“And then there's this other place called the Gallery of Trying.”

It's all about celebrating people who take risks and try new things, even if they don't always succeed. It's pretty inspiring, really. Sometimes, we need to push ourselves out of our comfort zones and just give things a shot, you know?

But here's the thing:
I think these two places actually need each other.

The Museum of Failure shows us that it's okay to stumble along the way, while the Gallery of Trying encourages us to keep pushing forward, even when things get tough. They're like two sides of the same coin, reminding us that failure and trying go hand in hand on the journey to success.

Perhaps both compliment each other.
You cannot have Galleries without Museums.

“𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮”

As the sun gently touches your face, I'll whisper to it, asking it not to wake you. Let's stay wrapped up in each other's arms for a little longer, enjoying the peace of the morning.

Our souls are like two ships sailing together on a big, endless sea, mixing the magical and real world. Today, seeing you smile brings me extra joy, and I promise to always treasure it.

If life feels like a confusing maze and we're both lost, let's figure it out together, holding hands. We'll tackle each problem like a puzzle, working together with determination.

I know sometimes I get confused, but with you by my side, I believe we can figure things out together. Let's forget about the complicated stuff and just enjoy life together.

I won't leave our future to chance; I'll actively choose to cherish every moment with you. In ten years, when we look back on our memories, I'll be thankful for the choices we made together. And every morning, I'll wake you up with a sweet kiss, grateful for every day you spend with me.

Do you understand how much I'd do just to have you with me?

If I could, I'd give you the moon and stars, because you mean everything to me.

//stream KYGM - TheRidleys//

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔?

I stayed because I put myself into false hope, believing that our love could overcome any obstacle.
Despite her saying she's not ready and the mixed signals, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were meant to be together.

But maybe my love wasn't enough to win her over.
Despite my unwavering devotion and hopeful optimism, perhaps she needed more than I could give at that moment.

It's a painful realization, but sometimes love isn't enough to bridge the gaps or overcome the barriers that exist between two people.

She's the only one who makes me feel alive and happy, the rea*on why I keep living. She saves me at my deepest, darkest moments, and her presence makes me feel sane.

Despite the uncertainties and the pain, I held onto the hope that our love would prevail.

However, it's time to accept that sometimes, love doesn't conquer all, and it's okay to let go and find peace within myself.

MISSING YOU IS LONGING FOR LIFE

To miss you is to ache for your presence more than anything else in this world.
Every moment without you feels like a lifetime, as if time itself has slowed down to remind me of your absence.

I find myself yearning for your touch, your laughter, and the warmth of your embrace.
Your absence leaves a void in my heart that no amount of distraction or activity can fill.

The phrase "I miss you" feels inadequate to express the depth of my longing.
It's like missing a part of myself that can only be whole when you're near.

In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, you are my anchor, my sanctuary. Your presence brings a sense of peace and stability that I crave in your absence.

I would give anything just to be with you again, to feel your presence beside me. Your absence is like a shadow that follows me everywhere, a constant reminder of how much I miss you.

I miss you more than life.

"Tanggapin mo na kasi ang totoo."
"Mahirap eh, umaasa pa rin ako."

Minsan, ikaw ang nagbibigay sakit sa sarili mong puso. Sa pagbibigay ng walang saysay na pag-asa, kahit alam mo na ang realidad.
Paano mo ba iiwasan ang ganito?
Sa tuwing umaasa ka pa, parang kahit sa kawalan, may liwanag ka pa ring hinahanap.

Alam mo na hindi na ito magiging totoo.
Pero bakit ba ang hirap-hirap pa ring i-let go? Parang ayaw mong tanggapin ang katotohanan, kahit na yun na ang malinaw na sagot.

“Siya pa rin ba?”
“Siya naman palagi”

Is it wrong to cling to hope?
She was the one who made me feel like I mattered, a constant presence in my life when I needed her most. It feels as though my whole world is tied to her, like my love for her knows no bounds.

How do I let go?
Everywhere I look, every memory we shared, her essence remains, haunting me like a ghost. Her image is imprinted in my mind, a constant reminder of what once was.

She never outright rejected me, yet she never expressed her love either.

"Why even bother moving on?
You two were never an official couple."

True, we were never officially together. But my feelings are genuine, undeniable. It's like the pain of a story that never really had a beginning, but somehow ended abruptly.

When people avoid talking about problems, things get messy. They're scared of making things worse, so they ignore what's bothering them. Instead of dealing with it, they might just stop talking to the person altogether. But by doing that, they miss out on fixing things and learning from the experience. So, it's like a never-ending loop of problems that never get solved.

“Akala ko ba hindi ka kumakain ng maanghang?”
“Hindi naman sa hindi kumakain, ayoko lang ng pakiramdam ng hindi komportable”

Ang sarap makilala.
Ang sarap malaman ang maliliit na bagay patunkol sayo.

Pero kung kilala mo talaga ako.
Alam mo ang mga bagay na palabas lang na inilalatag ko sa mundo. Inilalatag ko lang ang mga gustong makita ng tao.

Kung talagang kilala mo ako. alam mo kung paano ko nilunok at pilit ibinabaon sa limot ang nararamdaman ko, maramdaman mo lang na naiintindihan kita.

Kung talagang kilala mo ako
Alam mong ikaw talaga ang laman ng mga sinusulat ko. Ikaw at ikaw.

Sadyang ibinibaling ko lang ang tingin ng mundo palayo sayo. Kasi alam kong ayaw mong maiugnay sa kahit anong bagay patunkol sa akin.

Pero paano ko nga ba ipapaliwanag sayo na ikaw yun, kung ang simpleng paguusap ay hindi ko na rin maabot mula sayo.
Paano ko ipapaliwanag sayo ang bawat kwentong minanipula ko para lang hindi ka na maikonekta sa akin.

Paano ko maipapaliwanag sayo na ikaw pa rin ang gusto ko?
Na sa kabila ng hindi pagpansin ay ikaw pa rin ang gusto kong makasama. Gustong pagsabihan ng mga bagay sa isip ko.

Sayo ko pa rin gustong marinig ang huli salita mo bago matulog at ang magandang umaga mo sa bawat may panibagong araw.

Paano ko sasabihin sayo na gusto kita?
Paano ko sasabihing nanatili pa rin ako sa eskinita kung saan mo ako naiwan.

Paano ko sasabihin na miss na kita

“Teka kinakausap pa kita”
“Ay sorry natulala”

Tinanong kita kung “pwede ba kitang matagpuan sa taas?” kasama ang eksaktong oras at araw na nais kitang katagpuin.

Hindi ka sumagot. Siguro pagiisipan mo pa.
O baka ayaw mo talaga. O nakalimutan mo. Basta.

Pero mag-aantay ako sa eksaktong araw at oras na sinabi ko. Magbabakasakali akong puntahan mo.

Para sa huling pagkakataon (sana hindi)
Maibigay ko ang huling liham na patunkol sayo (sana hindi huli)

May pa-unti-unting bulong sa isip ko na sana hindi, dahil may kaunting pagkapit pa rin naman to’ na muling magbukas yang pinto ng puso mo.

Pero kung hindi na talaga.
Kahit yun na lang.
Dun na lang.

Sa tapat ng langit.
Sa malapit sa langit.
Sa paborito kong lugar.
Kasama ang paborito kong ikaw.

Sana yun nalang mapagbigyan ng langit.
Mapagbigyan mo.

Para bago ako bumaba, naibaba ko na ang lahat.
(sana hindi)

Sa totoo lang noong una ay may fear of height ako pero simula ng naranasan ko ang katahimikan sa taas, ay mas ginusto ko.

Nakahiligan ko na ang tumambay sa matataas na lugar.

Sa rooftop, sa taas ng overpass pag-gabi, sa kahit saang mataas na lugar.

Bukod sa mas mahangin. Mas kita mo rito ang pagtakbo ng mundo. May mga iilang mabagal ang pagusad pero patuloy pa rin sa paglaban, may iilan na mabibilis.

Nakakatuwa lang pagmasdan na iba-iba ang paraan ng paglaban at pagtakbo ng bawat indibidwal na nasaksihan ko.

Minsan rin kaya ko gusto rito dahil sa mga pagkakataong masarap tumalon dahilan ng mga pagkakataong hindi nagkataon lang.

Ganun pa man, may mga iilan ang nakitambay at sumabay, sumalo at umabot.

Masarap sa matataas na lugar dahil mas malapit ka nga naman sa langit, mas madaling magpasalamat para sa mga bagay na dapat ipagpasalamat.

Baka lang mas marinig ako kung dito ako bumulong
Baka lang mas marinig ng langit ang lahat ng pagiyak ko.

Gusto ko sa matataas na lugar—
Mas ginusto ko ang mataas na lugar nang dumating ka.
Gusto ko ang matataas na lugar, kasama ka

as an overthinker.
sa palagay ko, dapat magisa lang ako sa buhay.
nakakatakot naman kasing may kapares tapos lahat ng maliliit na bagay ay inaabala ko pang alalahanin.

“pano’ kung ganto”
“pano’ kung ganyan”
“baka ganto”
“hala baka ganyan”

may mga pagkakataong trauma response na lang rin yata’ ang pagiisip ko ng malalim. dahil sa mga narasanan mula sa nakaraan. mga takot at sugat na ayoko ng mabalikan.

lahat ng maliliit na bagay ay nagiging malaki sa isipan ko, kagaya ng kaunting pagbabago ng kilos at enerhiyang nakapalibot sa akin, mga pagkakataong hindi nagkataon at mga planong hindi sinang ayunan ng tadhana—

but with you. parang ang lahat ng bagay ay malinaw
lahat ng mga salitang nagmumula sa matamis mong bibig ay tama

para bang eksakto lang sa tenga ko
na marinig sila—
kapag nandiyan ka, hindi ko na kailangang
magisip pa.
kusa ng gumagalaw ang iba’t-ibang sistema sa katawan ko at para bang kampante ang lahat.

malinaw at payapa ang lahat.
kapag kasama ka.

gusto ko ang payapa at malinaw na buhay
gusto kong kasama ka.

gusto kong makasama ka habang buhay.

In the journey of life, there's a special someone who stands apart—the one who may not dazzle with grand gestures but whose presence is a soothing balm to the soul.

They're the quiet anchor in a stormy sea, the one who gently reminds you to take a breath and find solace in the moment.

While others may steal the spotlight with their excitement, it's this person who offers unwavering support and understanding when you need it most.

Their love is like a steady heartbeat, comforting and reassuring, guiding you through life's ups and downs.

So, let's cherish these unsung heroes who may not take our breath away but help us remember to breathe deeply and appreciate life's simple pleasures.

You know nothing is wrong about being alone specially when you find peace out of it.

It's okay to be alone, but it's not okay when being alone feels like being invisible, like you're standing in a crowded room but nobody sees you. It's like being left out of a game everyone else is playing, watching from afar as they laugh and enjoy themselves. And as you sit there, feeling small and insignificant, the ache in your heart grows heavier, reminding you of the emptiness that surrounds you.

“Ahhh ikaw pala yung singer ng Einstein!”

Yan ang sabi mo.
Nang biglang nagtagpo muli ang aming mundo.

“Sa hinaba-haba ng panahon.
Ngayon mo lang talaga ako napansin no?”

“Baliw crush kita nung G6”
“Alam ng lahat”

Biglaan ang mga kaganapang nangyayari sa yugto ng buhay kong ito.
Maging ang pagdating mo.

Sa kung paanong sa hinahaba-haba ng takbo ko sa daang to’ anjan ka pala.
Medyo pagod lang talaga ako pero maari bang ikaw ang maging pahinga ko?

Masyado na akong nahuhumaling sa ideya mo
Palibhasa ang tanging kahinaan ko lang naman ay “magaling kumanta”

Para bang ang dali-dali lang makuha ang loob ko.
Isang kanta lang. Isang react sa mga sulat ko.
Wala hulog na ako—

𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘪,
𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘢.
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘣𝘢.
𝘏𝘶𝘸𝘢𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴?
𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘪.
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘸𝘢𝘯.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘢.

As I reflect on the lessons life has thrown my way in these past few days and months, one truth stands out starkly:
𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

It's like they've chosen to vacate the seat at the table where cherished memories are made and bonds are forged.

But then, there's this one exception, a special person who always has a spot reserved, no matter what.

Even when she's far away, her absence only makes my heart grow fonder, and that's something I can't ignore.

Hindi ko pa tuluyang naiikot ang kasuluksulakan ng kalyeng ito. Masyadong mahaba at masukal.

May mga ilan-ilan na rin ang umalis na kanina lang ay kasama ko sa paglalakad. Ayos lang din naman ang magisa, kasabay ang musika sa tenga.

May bigla lang pumukaw ng pansin ko habang naglalakad—isang eskinita.
Sa malayo ay tanaw mo ang mga makukulay na banderitas na maaring maglarawan ng masayang bagay. Fiesta siguro. O may handaan. Foodtrip.

“Eskinita ni Inday” pala ang tawag sa lugar na yun. Sa malayo ay tanaw mo ang bawat letrang bumubuo sa mga kwentong maaring makita mo—mabasa o anong mang pwede mong maranasan kapag sinilip mo ang eskinitang ito.

Dito ko nakita ang ibat-ibang klase ng tao.

Sa kung paanong binubuo sila ng mga salitang nag dudugtong sa kung ano sila at kung gaano naging mahalaga ang eskinitang ito.
Para bang pwede mong basahin lahat ng bagay na makikita mo roon. Pagkatapos, maging hibang ka at puma*ok sa mundong si Inday ang kasama mo—

Bilib din talaga ako kay Inday.
Kasi kung kilala ko siya, magiisip ako ng partikular na tao at ipagtatagpi-tagpi ko ang mga pagkakataong magkasama sila at iisipin kong sila yun.

Buti na lang hindi.

Dahil nakasanayan ko na yata’ sa Akii St. ang manghusga ng walang paghahanap ng ebidensya at paniwalaan ang kung anong puma*ok sa isip ko

Gaya’ ng pagpaniwala ko sa sarili kong babalik ka sa buhay ko.

Pero sana alam ni Inday
Na sa tuwing napapasilip ako sa eskinita niya ay nabubuhayan ako.

Gaya’ ng mga gabing napapasilip ako sa tapat ng bintana mo. Akii. Nabubuhayan ako.

In the caverns of the heart, a shadow lurks, the fear of being left behind. It's like a storm cloud, darkening every sunny moment with its threat of abandonment. To escape its clutches, one might grasp at anything, even sharp thorns that pierce the skin.

Each cut, each bruise, is like a cry for help, a desperate plea for rescue from the looming darkness. But with each wound, the storm inside only grows stronger, swallowing the soul whole.

It's like being trapped in a maze, searching for an exit that never appears. The pain becomes a twisted lifeline, a reminder that you're still here, still fighting against the tide of fear.

But in the end, the wounds only deepen, leaving behind scars that never truly heal. And amidst the wreckage of shattered dreams, the realization dawns like a flickering candle in the night: sometimes, the only one who can save you is yourself.

Sometimes, when sadness creeps in, tears roll down my cheeks, but it seems like nobody notices or cares about the pain I feel inside. It's as if my cries for help are lost in the noise of the world. And when anger wells up, it only adds to the weight, making me feel even more alone.

The world can feel vast and indifferent, leaving me feeling insignificant and small. Its lack of concern chips away at my sense of worth, leaving me adrift in a sea of loneliness and doubt. In these moments, it's hard to see any light at the end of the tunnel, and hope feels like a distant memory.

So here I am, trapped in the shadows of my own sorrow, struggling to make sense of the emptiness inside. It's like being stranded in a dark forest with no one to guide me. In a world that often feels cold and uncaring, I can't help but feel lost and alone.

I dedicate "Bawat Piyesa" to you, Akii, though our love story remained unspoken, like a melody that never found its harmony.

With each verse, I'm reminded of the fragments of our interactions, like "Bawat ngiti, bawat luha," every smile and every tear etched into my memory.

The title, "Bawat Piyesa," encapsulates the pieces of our story, incomplete and unresolved. "Hindi pa nangyari, natapos na," it's as if our love never had the chance to begin, yet it ended before it even started.

As the melody plays, I'm transported to a world where our love was reciprocated, where "Dito ka na lang habang-buhay" echoed with promise and hope. But reality crashes down, and I'm left longing for something that was never meant to be.

In dedicating "Bawat Piyesa" to you, Akii, I hold onto the fragments of our love, cherishing each moment we shared, even though it was just "hindi pa nangyari, pero natapos na”

BAWAT PIYESA

Imagine every smile, every tear, every waking moment, and every blink of an eye as pieces of a delicate puzzle, each one contributing to the intricate picture of life. That's the sentiment captured in these lyrics—a heartfelt plea to hold onto someone so dear, wishing for their presence to remain an everlasting part of our existence.

In the embrace of a loved one, there's a silent prayer whispered, a fervent hope that this moment will endure, that the bond shared won't fade away like a passing breeze. It's a yearning for permanence in a world of fleeting moments.

As you hold them close, you feel their warmth against your skin, their hair catching the light like a halo. These sensations become a symphony of emotions, resonating deep within your soul, reminding you of the depth of your connection.

The fear of losing them is palpable, a haunting thought that lingers in the back of your mind. What would life be like without them? How would you navigate the world without their guiding light?

So, you cling to them, cherishing every moment together, unwilling to let go. It's a declaration of love, a promise to hold onto each other for as long as eternity allows.

Because in their arms, you've found your home, your sanctuary, your forever.

The silent cut-off, it's a wound that runs deep, isn't it? Like a ghost from the past haunting the corridors of your mind, leaving behind an ache that refuses to fade. It's toxic, toxic in the way it poisons your thoughts, clouding your vision with doubt and uncertainty.

Feeling isolated, feeling like you don't belong—it's a heavy burden to bear.
Each moment of silence, each unanswered question, it weighs on you like a stone, dragging you further into the depths of despair.

As an extrovert, it's even more unbearable.
The absence of social interaction feels suffocating, leaving you sick, tired, and downtrodden.

And yet, amidst the darkness, there's a voice—a voice that whispers, "Do you deserve this?"
It's a question that echoes in the chambers of your soul, demanding to be heard.

But maybe, just maybe, the question isn't whether you deserve it.

Maybe the real question is whether you're willing to accept it.
Are you willing to accept the pain, the loneliness, the uncertainty? Or will you rise above it, reclaiming your power and finding peace within yourself?

It's a choice only you can make, as you journey through the tangled maze of your own heart.

Change is like that unwelcome guest that always seems to show up uninvited. It's the constant in life that I've never quite gotten used to, no matter how many times it knocks on my door.

There's something unsettling about the way it disrupts the rhythm of my life, throwing everything into chaos. It's like trying to find my footing on shifting sands, never quite sure where I'll land next.

I've never been comfortable with change. It feels like I'm being pulled out of my comfort zone, forced to confront the unknown. Yet, despite my resistance, it persists, creeping into every corner of my existence like an unwelcome shadow.

But maybe there's a lesson to be learned in all of this. Perhaps change isn't something to be feared, but rather embraced. After all, it's often in the moments of upheaval that we find the opportunity for growth and renewal.

So, as much as I may hate it, I suppose I'll always be faced with change. And maybe, just maybe, I'll learn to make peace with it, to welcome it with open arms as an inevitable part of the journey.