Welcome to Your Grave

Welcome to this generation
Where it’s more shameful to have not lost one’s virginity,
Where corruption is more prevalent in classrooms,
And teaching is no longer a respected profession,
Where children trust their friends more than their parents,
And you can no longer speak for yourself because the way you dress determines whether you’re a slut or an innocent.

When we Ended in Goodbyes

It was never about me…

I was there when you need me…

To help you each night…

To join you in your pain…

Even if I cry in your goodbyes…

Firefly by the Window

When I was a child I was afraid of the dark.
The creepy stories, the ghosts, the little noises, the white lady, I feared and believed them.

Old man

It was around 8 in the evening, or I think it was 9.
We were on vacation with my relatives and though tired we still went to Dumaguete’s boulevard for the last trip of the day.