I'm ready to run into open arms and be held,
but I'm beginning to fear that I need someone to hold me.

Perhaps I'm simply afraid of wasting away in empty rooms when I'd rather be bathing in the embrace of a beautiful boy.

I think being alone will be beautiful but not here, not now.

I just want to feel raw youth and untamed beauty racing through my veins.
I long to be inspired, to be unfiltered inspiration in the hands of another.

...

I don't want to write of romances; I want to live them.

(Nov 2008)

Sa pluma ni Jose Rizal?

Sa itak ni Andres Bonifacio?