I composed myself before I pressed the green icon on my phone. Displayed on the screen are my parents, I could hear the television being played on the background. They are calling again. My mother asked, “How are you?” The only thing I could say to give them reassurance was “I’m okay.” I’m okay. I…
Author: Gerald Pio
This Time
I’ve been sitting, watching life pass from the sidelinesBeen waiting for a dream to seep in through my blindsI wondered what might happen if I left this all behindWould the wind be at my back?Could I get you off my mindThis time? This Time, Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Si. Ti quiero. Pero no es suficiente… El amor no basta. -Elite
I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn’t seem like such a bad way to go. Twilight, Stephenie Meyer
I have been rocking my head – many times, I can’t even count. But it still feels as if I am going nowhere. The map on my hand, slowly blurring until it becomes undecipaherable. I feel alone. And I am going nowhere. (busy season feels)
Two years ago, one of the persons I looked up to asked, “What would make you stay?” “When I am happy.” Fast forward to the present when that person would ask again, my answer would still be the same. Only this time, with a different feeling.
The Bear
I was slumped on the corner of the stockroom, along with the other things of no more value. Resting on top of an old worn out refrigerator, I could not see the ceiling. The room was dark, a tiny light emanating just from the small gap between the door and the floor. Dust had started…
Something to be Grateful For
In the past years, I have often advised my friends who are crestfallen or down to list down ten reasons of how they can grateful for. After, they would feel a sense of release, or the positivity start to show on their faces. Looking back, I have never done this for myself. I feel that…
The Writer
I am voyaging towards the unknown. Slowly, I felt the paper against my hands as I crumpled it into a ball. Another one of those drafts written and yet remain unsent. The paper balled in my hands as I tried to squeeze in as much as I can. I am never good enough. My phone…
letters and words 