Paano mo nga ba masasabing siya na nga?

May paghinto ba talaga ng oras?
May pagbagal sa mga kilos?
May paglabo sa inyong paligid?

Ngunit bakit sa akin baligtad?

Bumilis ang oras at ikaw ang nakita sa hinaharap,
Bawat kilos nagkaroon ng sigla, at
Naging malinaw ang lahat na balang araw, ikaw pala 'yong gusto kong makasama.

Salita | Yhin

This is not a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is not romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.

This is a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.
I think-

— c.s wondering

Even the Summer
leaves
as trees draw in a breath
from the Autumnal breeze

and Winter
sharpens its claws

the wary stay indoors

lighting candles
saying mass
praying for Spring.