At the place where you once were I am left here alone I try to smile and it’s not really that awkward Am I not sad enough yet? Or is my heart lying to me? The empty gap of my day’s memory that seems to be fine In between each clock’s ticking, I’m hurting Although…
Author: Gerald Pio
Road
Wanna say with confidence this path is rightI do not want to look back, I want no regretJust keep walking, keep walking, keep walkingYet I still don’t feel confident in my decision Why am I standing in this road,Is this path really destined for me,Would my dreams come true at the end of this road,What…
“I heard this somewhere. When people speak ill of you behind your back, they are like poisoned arrows. But thankfully, words said behind your back have no strength, so those arrows can’t pierce the heart. “However, the most foolish thing to do is picking up the arrows that are lying on the ground and piercing…
The Pedestrian
Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The pedestrian light turned green exactly as I stepped onto the lane. The honks of cars during the afternoon rush were drowned out by the pop music playing through my headphones. My pace had already adjusted to the beat of the music. It was faster than that of the other…
I got so involved rewatching this 15-year old series that it got me fuming up from disappointment again on the last few episodes.
It’s amazing that as we grow more mature, we no longer solely root for the main leads. We start to feel for the villains and the second leads, and we try to understand the motivations behind their actions. They are no longer the supporting characters, they are humanized, because we realize that just like us,…
“The male lead couldn’t seem to stand his failures in life. He even ended up hurting the only person who stayed by his side. And he realized that person’s value once it was too late. “But it kind of reminded me of myself. I was scared that things might end between us the closer we…
The Message
7:00 am. I squinted against the sunlight streaming through the window before reaching out to turn off my phone’s alarm. One month, two weeks, four days. I rolled over in bed, trying to get the blood flowing. The mattress now felt oddly larger than it used to. Like the days before, I unlocked my phone…
It makes me wonder now, whether in my seeming calm as crises piled up, my insistence that everything would work out in the end, I was really just protecting myself – and contributing to her loneliness. -Barrack Obama
The Father (Part 3 of 3)
The Dreamer (part 1) The Girlfriend (part 2) Maya, As usual, today should be like any other day—supposed to be. It’s been a while since I’ve had a quiet morning coffee. Our child was still fast asleep in her crib, unlike the other days when she usually wakes before I do. I’m thankful that the…
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