Never have I known how it feels to be in a place with so much fragility, that the invasive scent of whatever porridge they decide to serve every morning is what it means to get saved another day.
I miss her. Good old Facebook took me down memory lane today. It brought up a video a friend made of me from high school. It’s pretty embarrassing but for some reason, it made me incredibly emotional. I felt this…
Maggie, the white cat Yawns softly Rests on my tummy And sleeps. I stroke her fur. Feeling yellows And rainbows In my ribcage. I smile. The yellows And rainbows. They were blurred images Of memories I haven’t visited In awhile.
This was taken last year at Punta Fuego, Batangas Camera Used: Mobile Phone