The sun had barely risen, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets of Manila. I sat by the window, sipping my coffee, lost in the rhythm of the city's heartbeat. It had been less than five months since I vowed to move

The night before my birthday, I went to bed earlier than usual, around 9 pm. Yet, my rest was disrupted by the echoes of a haunting dream that had plagued me weeks prior. In that dream, my existence seemed forgotten, my birthday a

The night air carried a chill, a harbinger of the approaching storm. Typhoon Feria loomed, and as the winds picked up, I found myself drifting into a deep, dreamless slumber. When the visions finally came, they were shrouded in a cryptic haze, as my

The days drifted by like clouds in the sky, and I found myself lost in a haze of chatter and noise. My voice echoed through the halls, a constant companion to the silence that lingered within. But beneath the surface, something stirred, a

The thing about unrequited love is that it feels like drowning in air – technically possible, statistically improbable, and yet somehow happening to you anyway. That night, as I lay in bed watching the artificial glow of streetlights make abstract paintings on my