Skyletters
Whispered thoughts from cloud-soaked afternoons and nights that smelled like rain. Scribbles left behind by a Moonchild drunk on wonder.
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I am Icarus

I am Icarus, and, you, my sun. Big. Bright. Beautiful. Enchanting. Without so much as a second thought, my wings started to move. Slow at first, hesitant, and then faster and faster until the wind carresing my cheeks felt exhilarating. Heart racing, I’m smiling, hands stretched out towards your light—closer, closer, and closer. I started… Continue reading
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Sincerely, your Thirty-something self

To my twenty-something self, this is for you. Continue reading
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To be

Let me put this out there for the world to know because I express myself better in writing than I will ever do in speaking these wants into existence. I want to be loved. I want to be held softly, and with consideration. I want to be spoken to gently, and listened to intently. I… Continue reading
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What hurts

You know what hurts?It’s not the hurtful words that seemed to claw your heart out.It’s not the memories you once smiled endlessly for.It’s not the late-night conversations, the random check-ins, or the silly little inside jokes. It’s not those that hurt. You know what really hurts?It’s the quiet realization at the end of the day… Continue reading
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I; You

I asked; you arrived. I smiled; you laughed. I talked; you listened. I sang; you danced. The moon went through phases.The tides changed directions. The winds blew stronger. I watched the horizon stretch endlessly—you only noticed the sand between our toes. I braved treading the deep blue — you shook your head and said, “It’s… Continue reading
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The role the Universe bestowed me

Maybe I was given this much—this much love, this much light, because this is the role the universe bestowed me with. Continue reading
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An artist’s wrath

To love an artist is to enter a place of softness, of magic, and to break them is to be subjected to hell without even realizing it. Continue reading
- I am Icarus
- “Hello, Stranger”: Timeleft App
- Wish I Never
- Sincerely, your Thirty-something self
- Fort San Pedro: Cebu
- To be
- National Museum of the Philippines – Cebu
- What hurts
- Casa Gorordo Museum: Cebu
- I; You

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