My home is dying. It's walls - decaying. Touch the cracks on the ground and gaze up to the night sky. Know our thoughts are deluded. We are isolated.
Home, back from the irony of calmness of mind while walking in the midst of hectic Metro Manila.
Self-Portrait of The Artist as a Self-Conscious 17 year-old.
Waiting To Delete
We shall walk together but for a while, and then you will find your own path.
Maybe the world simply operates faster now, but I miss the days when my days had more breathing room. When I would sit in cafés.
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