Unknowing captor you’ll never know how much you pierce my spirit but I can’t touch you. Can’t you hear it? A cry to be free. But I’m forever under lock and key, as you pass through me.
hanging out with friends. lifes little things that matter.
July 15, come sooner. I can’t wait!
I just moved to my 10th home since birth. That includes apartments in Hongkong and Boston, four homes with my family and three apartments in Makati. Ten! I never thought I would move so much in my 33 years but this last move was different. I just moved to an apartment that’s mine. A little corner of sky that’s in my name, that I legally own. I still can’t quite grasp the feeling. I feel a sense of fulfillment, accomplishment, happiness of course. I do have some fear. It’s strange. It’s like a catharsis of sorts. Growing up. Moving on. Importantly, I do feel like I’m home.
Today’s hunt for a desk was a failure again. Why are there no nice desks in Manila? I should widen my scope next week.
…since they’re saying the world will end at 6pm tomorrow.
I’ve lived a hundred storms to leave you.
As hard as you try, no I will never be knocked down.
I can’t keep up with your turning tables.
Under your thumb, I can’t breathe.
So I won’t let you close enough to hurt me, no.