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.
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.
beingKirei 