Now that I'm 28, I wonder why have I been longing for numbers all these times and hoping something miraculous happens.
Maybe it's time, I make my own miracles.
Nakapagpapabulag ng busilig sa mata
Ako’y pinahimbing hanggang dapit-umaga
Mga tala’y naglalamay sa puntod ng pagsinta.
It was a dark night, and the dawn came wet and cold, it was miserable. In a way the drizzle was worse than real rain, leaving spots on eyeglasses and windshields.
I'm chasing the honesty of a faintly audible whisper
appearing in a dream, in which I confess to
and confess my gratitude of walking into you