the ugly writers

Maybe

Maybe it's time for us to accept that the world isn't just about you and me. But it's about those 7 billion people who's been struggling in life and been looking for their right ones. Maybe one of them belongs to us. Maybe they could be a better fit than we are to each other. Maybe it's time. Maybe it's time that I let you go and let you see another world… without me.
the ugly writers

Rooftop

The here and the now are more important than yesterday or tomorrow. Live the moment. Live for today. But there's still that voice he doesn't want to hear anymore. Too much trouble. Just too much trouble. Just leave it at that. Just leave it like that.
the ugly writers

Buds

With days that pass, every hug that you miss seems a great loss Like a prisoner in chains, or a culprit behind bars No nights go by without looking at the sky full of stars
the ugly writers

A Bowl of Tom Yum Soup

Inam can't take Anna's anger any longer. Inam tells her to think with a cool head. Inam tells Anna that Nivi bewitched Shirley with her fake smiles and sweet words. Anna agrees. Nivi is indeed her mother's daughter. Nivi is manipulative, shrewd, exploitive, cunning and deceptive just like her mother.
the ugly writers

La Vida

Life is meaningless, but humans can't accept that. They believed that if they didn't find the meaning, they would not be successful. They believed that without money, they can't do everything they want and be what they wanted to be.

Take Me

We've been driven apart, far too much. It's time to restart, and close this part -- maybe the only way is to go back.
the ugly writers

Dahon

kahit madalas kinakapos ang kanyang hininga para dalhin ako sa iyo. nasaan ba ang tahanan? ilang ihip ng hangin ba ang tatangay sa isang dahon para makabalik sa paanan ng kanyang pinagmulan?
the ugly writers

Where’s The Exit, I Want to Leave

And the virus is heating up. Gathering momentum. It moves through life, one terrible headline at a time. The novel coronavirus worms its way into everything with every new, terrible record; the most new infections, the highest number of deaths.
the ugly writers

Surpassed

I woke up this morning and I don't feel like checking on you anymore. I just don't care what you wear, what you post on your social media accounts and I don't know why.
the ugly writers

Reborn

I looked up in the sky and it's still gray I wonder if it's still going to be okay When I'm on the verge of breaking I know I needed to do anything Not to collapse after being humiliated To recover after being stabbed and get rejected