I endure the sound of blaring sirens. I try to help those who seek me. I break down for the suffering. I cry out to God.
Author: beingKirei
I started this digital journal initially for self-expression -- because this is what I do. I write for my profession and for my passion.
Then it dawned on me that what I was doing was selfish.
I found new inspiration in Proverbs 31:8: Speak for those who cannot speak; seek justice for all those on the verge of destruction.
Through the years, I have met people from various walks of life with stories that deserve to be told. Unfortunately, not all of them have the gift of gab. So I presented myself to them, giving them the voice that they need to share their stories. Stories that inspire, cry out, reach out, provide unspoken truth.
Pandemic schmandemic
By the time I got home, I felt like I was getting sick myself. I reeked of sweat, dust, smoke and heat. My head was throbbing and my throat was parched.
A loner’s voice in quarantine
Intros prefer to be alone in a crowd, but we don’t want to be lonely, either. We love spaces, big wide spaces where our minds can fly.
In His time
To this day, we continue to kill Him. We’re worse than COVID-19.
Hindi na Bali
Sumabay ako sa agos ng milenyo. Nakigulo, naki-ingay, naki-selfie, nakikain, nakipag-habulan sa oras na hindi ko hawak. Bitin. Sobrang bitin.
