I miss the lightning, the thunder so frightening, the sky so loud I’m crumbling, the moonlight so settling. I heard the screams once again,

In an instance where an angel would appear in my dreams to ask for what my heart yearns for, I would wish for a universe where I wouldn’t be

The world drowns in a spectrum of colors. Colors as bright as the daylight, catching your attention with their striking hues. Colors as dark

This is not a eulogy — this is a paean. I have faced horrors incessantly, but there is nothing for me to mourn. I am a glory outliving eons.

Bilang isang Gen. Z na mag-aaral, hindi ko maitatanggi na ninais kong umalis at magtrabaho sa ibang bansa pagkatapos ko grumadweyt ng kolehi