Poetry · Spoken Poetry

Do I Still Want You Back?

Do I still want you back?

When you’re the first person Who told me what real love is,
That love will not let you fall sleep, in the middle of the night,
Where you can still feel the boggling crazy butterflies,
In the middle of the night, I want to see your smile.

I want to see your face,
Like a sunshine that brightens up my day
Where I can feel the summer breeze in this cold winter sleigh
I want to hold your hand, your hand which is perfectly made With mine,
I don’t want to see any dickward holding it, it’s just only mine.

I was once a flower with no fragrance, thorny and dry
Too pale so no one’s rooting for me, not a single butterfly
But in the middle of nowhere, one lost butterfly just dropped by
Having a kaleidoscope wings, which turn my petals into pink skies.

I was once a caterpillar, too small, and slow
But it’s your leaves, that makes me develop and grow
With a kaleidoscope colors from your untidy stings
You are the one behinds these, behind these tints of my wings.

But do I still want you back?

When you made me realize what the realest thing about love,
That love will not let you fall asleep, in the middle of the night,
Due to late arguments, none stop doubts about the other girl from afar
In the middle of the night, my tears are falling from my skinny eyes.

I LOVED YOU, But you didn’t stay
You didn’t listen on the words I wanted to say
“YOU’RE LYING, I HATE YOU” were those the only words you could ever say?
Oh come on honey, why did you push me away?

No, i didn’t, Maybe we didn’t

Didn’t find our happy place
When I gave you the whole universe, but still you need some space
I feel alienated, the black hole is coming over me, little by little
Little by little, I’m losing my moon, losing every light in my dark old room.

TO THE MOON AND BACK, REMEMBER?

To the moon and back, I dreamed of us forever
I remember when your name was the favorite word that I could ever utter,
But, maybe forever only last for months, or days, or maybe just a second,
And maybe this moon are just hiding from the pride of clouds, hoping it’s not yet over

Do I still want you back?

When every time we say good night,
it feels like we’re saying goodbye
When every time you say, “I will never leave you”,
It feels like I’m listening to a sugar-coated lie

Believe me I’m not lying when I say,
“I love you like all the rain drops that fall in a summer thunder storm”
I miss you like how I wanted to see the sun on a cloudy day, on a stormy day.
I want you back.

Maybe I want you back,
Like how my petals fall over on the path,
when I’m in love with the wind.
And you’re the wind, That blows my fragile heart away,
That shattered into pieces, I wanted to escape.

I wanted to make you stay, But love have showed me how the world changed in just one glimpse, In just one mistake. Wish I hugged you longer, and kissed you like it’s the end of the world, But I am no superman, nor a man with cape; still you’re my kryptonite.

WE LOVED EACH OTHER SO MUCH, DIDN’T WE?

MAYBE? I MEAN OF COURSE. I DON’T KNOW.

Maybe humans are right, that love is red,
flowers, hearts, kisses, roses, you.
But they never knew that pain is also red,
bruises, scars, wounds, blood, you.

DO I STILL WANT YOU BACK?

This is a spoken word poetry supposedly done by 2 persons.
Bold = Both
Italicize: Girl
Normal: Guy

Art work by: Paula Bonet

Poetry

Shots

Different settings,
Different modes.
Different point of views;
That tells divergent poem.

Dashing flashes
Set out smiling eyes,
Savoring bizarre moments,
Hoping it’s not ephemeral like his love.

I was once a camera shy,
But you taught me how to embrace myself.
How to deal with different angles,
How to avoid myself from annoying flare.

Note that it’s not the camera who makes me smile,
It’s always been the person behind it.

Poetry

Tattoo

You’re a kind of rare,
I could ever declare.
Like a Four-leaf clover,
Like pandas in bear.

You aim high,
Boundless as the sky,
A dove who’s always free to fly,
Like it’s a 4th of July.

Your face, it’s angelic
It’s a perfect symmetry;
Of a rose that blooms on a rainy day,
An alluring diamond, an aesthetic.

It was an extraordinary pleasure meeting you;
I hope your love and genuine happiness would be
permanent as your tattoo.

Book of Life

Conquering cancer with hope.

 

See these kids? Imagine how much pain and struggles they feel in everyday, how many medication they take just to survive each day, how many moments they’ve missed, like being with their family on Christmas day, how many games they’ve missed with their friends, how many lessons and lectures in their school, and how many sleepless nights they had, thinking bout how long they will live? Every morning is a blessing for them, indeed. 

I am very much amazed at where they can get their courage to survive, courage to fight these monster cells living inside their body. Such a lion-hearted children! Upon seeing them personally, it made me feel that, I am so blessed to live a cancer-free life! It made me appreciate life even better, that sometimes, being healthy is enough.

REMINDER:
Learn to appreciate life, it is very short to be wasted. Just think of these children when you think your life is miserable; imagine having cancer than having an anxiety. Think of these people who wanted to live longer and you, yourself just wanted to end it? honey, think twice, even thrice.

These are some of the Pediatric Cancer Patients who’s still undergoing on a treatment/chemotherapy at the Philippine General Hospital. This house was particularly a home for those patients who’s living in the countryside which is very far from Manila and probably has a lack of cancer treatments. This Halfway House was named as Bahay Aruga, located at 1123 San Marcelino St, Paco, Manila, 1007 Metro Manila.

In loving memory of our angel, Jhenna Marie ❤️

PS: I’m with my family, this wouldn’t be possible without My Ninang Majal Ramos De Villa. Thanks for letting me witness this kind of place, that made appreciate life more.

Spoken Poetry

Ako pala

Nahulog ako sa taong hindi ko sigurado kung may deperensya nga ba sa kanyang pandama.
Hindi ako sigurado kung may problema ba talaga sya o manhid lang talaga.
Baka naman oo, o baka rin naman hindi
Kasi sa ganda ng mga mata nya na kala mo’y brilyante na kumikininang lalo na kapag ngumingiti sya.
Napakaganda, na hindi mo aakalaing malabo,
na kelangan pa ng di salamin na may grado para makita ang nasa paligid nya.
Napakaganda, napaka sarap titigan, na para bang ayaw ng pumikit ng aking nga mata, habang nakatitig sa kanya.
Nakakapagtaka;
Nakakapagtaka na baka malabo nga,
kasi andito lang naman ako sa kanyang tabi, pero hindi nya parin ako makita,
Anlapit ko na, sobrang lapit ko na.
Far sighted ka ba? Kasi antagal ko nang nagpapakita ng iba’t ibang simbolo na gusto kita, na mahal kita, pero di mo parin ako makita.
Bulag ka ba? Oh teka, baka manhid lang talaga.
Oo, alam ko mahilig kang makinig sa mga musika,
na ang paboritong banda mo pa nga ay ang rivermaya.
Na paulit ulit mong pinapatug tog kasi sabi mo napapasaya ka nila?
Ako? Mahilig rin naman ako sa musika,
palagi pa nga kitang kinakatahan kahit minsan mukha na akong tanga.
Kasi gusto kitang mapasaya, gusto kitang mapasaya,
kahit puro kalyo na ang mga daliri ko matuto lang sa paggigitara.
Pero napansin ko bingi ka rin pala,
lalo na nung oras na sinabi kong mahal kita sa pamamagitan ng isang kanta,
pero ang sabi mo lang,
“Alam mo magaling karin pala sa larangan ng musika?”
Hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ba ako o maiinis kasi, napakamanhid mo talaga.
Sariwa pa sakin ang alaala nung niyakap mo ako sa sobrang saya mo,
Tumigil ang magulo kong mundo,
bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko na para bang may nagtatambol sa loob nito habang isinisigaw ang pangalan mo,
ang pangalan mong paboritong marinig ng mga tenga ko,
nagkakulay ang madilim kong mundo.
Hindi ko alam kung eto na nga ba ang sinasabi nilang paraiso?
Na ang nararamdaman ko lang sa sikmura ko ay mga naglalarong paro paro. Napakasaya, napakasaya.
Pero hindi mo parin naramdaman sa pamamagitan ng mahigpit kong yakap na para sayo lang tumitibok ito, ikaw lang ang nakakapagpalambot ng puso kong bato. Napakamanhid mo!
Pero sandali, ikaw nga ba ang manhid dito o ako?
Ikaw nga ang may problema sa pandama o baka naman ako?
Baka naman ako.
Baka naman ako ang malabo ang mata o bulag dito,
kasi hindi ko makita kita na iba pala ang gusto mo, na hindi ako ang gusto mo,
hindi ko kaya, nagbulag bulagan ako.
Sa mga oras na nakikita kong mas masaya ka sa iba, pinipikit ko ang mga mata ko,
na kunwari wala akong nakikita. Kasi para sakin, dapat ako lang ang nakikita mo, ako lang ang dahilan kung bakit may brilyante dyan sa mga mata mo pero hindi,
manhid pala ako.
Sa mga oras na inaawitan kita habang nakangiti ka at nakatingin sa hangin na para bang kinikilig pero hindi pangalan ko ang iyong nasambit, nagbingi bingihan ako.
Lalo na nung sinabi mong, “Gusto ko ang bestfriend mo”
sumakit ang tenga ko, nabingi at tunog nalang ng martilyo ang naririnig ko habang pinupukpok ang puso ko, manhid pala ako.
Dahil kaya ka pala masaya ka at niyapos mo ako bigla dahil kayo na pala nagbestfriend ko, manhid pala ako.
Tanga pala ako. Dahil sa mga oras ipinaparamdam mo kung ano yung totoo, humihina ang pangdama ko. Nabulag, nabingi, naging manhid.
Pero kasalanan ko to, kasalanan ko.
Na sana kumain ako ng isang daang kalabasa para naging malinaw sakin ang lahat,
na sana hindi naging malabo, hindi naging komplikado.
Na sana hindi ko pinilit magbingibingihan para kunwaring hindi nasasaktan,
na sana pinilit kong intindihin ang mga bagay na dapat kong maintindihan,
kasalanan ko to.
Kasi hindi naman ako bobo, pero naging manhid parin ako, pagdating sayo, kasi umaasa ako na baka sakaling maging tayo.
Kasalanan ko to.
Na sana hindi ako mas nagbigay atensyon na punahin ang pagkamanhid mo,
dahil hindi pala ikaw ang may iproblema dito, kundi ako.
Hindi pala ikaw ang taong may diperensya sa pandama, kundi ako.
HIndi pala ikaw ang naging manhid dito, kundi ako.
Hindi ikaw yung labis nasaktan, kundi ako.
Pero sa sakit na nararamdaman ko, sana maging manhid nalang ulit ako.

Philosophies

An open letter to my ex,

An open letter to my ex:

To my dearest,

Uhm, Hi. I was taking a shower when I thought of you, it’s strange but I never thought of, you, crossing my mind again, since you left. Yeah, I know this is kind of weird, but, here I am, writing you a letter. Oh, but please do not ignore this, I want you to read this. Please.

I just want to say sorry for everything, like for not being the best one you could ever have. I know I have a lot of things to say sorry about you, I mean like a lot.

I am sorry for not trusting you, for always doubting on you. Sometimes I think of me, being rude, then suddenly I realized, I am. I’m sorry for not believing in you, like on your talents, skills, your capabilities; I should be the one who’s lifting your confidence, I should be the one who’s cheering you up, the first one who will say “Hey, go on, you can do that!” But no, every time you want to try something, I have been always like, “Are you sure you’re going to push that?” I was dumb that time, I’m sorry for being a crap.

I am sorry for comparing you to others, sorry for giving the feeling that you are not good enough, that there is someone who’s always better than you, I’m sorry. You are beyond different, despite of your imperfections, I know you’re one of the best people who exist in this world. You are not good enough, I mean you are more than enough. The way you love, the way you make people happy, the way you give your best in everything. I’m sorry for letting you down, I really am.

I didn’t remember how many times I told you that you have a good appearance, I guess 3 out of 10? I regret for not saying you have. Your complexion makes you who you really are, know that it’s beautiful, your dark skin makes you more attractive, though it takes time for them to appreciate it. It’s perfectly baked by God, claim it.

Lastly, I’m sorry for letting you go, but it’s better; it made me better. I learned from it, I’ve got to realize so many things; and I’m thanking you for leaving. But I miss you, I miss your sweetness, your being clingy side, how you show your love, how you made special stuff for them, and how you mess things up in a beautiful way. I miss your laugh, the way you giggle on simple things, I really miss that. I guess we’ve grown enough now.

Well Me? I am stronger now, I do not cry about simple things, I am more serious about life, I must be more confident (for myself), and I am very proud of what I am now, though I need to prove more.

It was a good relationship with you, old self. Sorry for screwing you before, and thank you for making me what I am now today.

I love you, vecchio sé (old self), but I love more what I am now.

Love,

The stronger one.

PS: I’m sorry for not letting you to love… someone.

 

(Artwork by Paula Bonet)

 

 

Philosophies

13 reasons why “NOT”

Nowadays, it is easy for the teenagers to trigger their life and cut their existence. Teenage years the stage where you are about to witness the other side of life (Gloomy Life), where you can feel you’re a useless, you’ll feel hopeless, and seems you wanted to give up. Feelings are fragile as glass, but was it enough to cut your life?

Here’s the reason why NOT cut your life:

  1. YOU ARE A GIFT

Remember, you are a blessing from above and your mom and dad have always been excited to see you. You are a gift, the curve on your face makes your parents continue to live each day. You’re a source of happiness, a source of strength.

  1. YOU ARE BEYOND BLESSED

Remember that God died for you, to cleanse your sins, to save you. You are loved, ALWAYS; even you feel not. Yes, you are blessed. You’re healthy, you’re studying, you can eat three times a day, and you’re living. Yes, you are beyond blessed.

  1. EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN SHORTCOMINGS

And it is not bad. We, Humans, we are not perfect; we cannot be. Failures are Failures, but it won’t define your whole life. There’s always a time for making it up, to do again what you failed to do.  Life does not end by just failures. There’s always a chance.

  1. BEST IS YET TO COME

If you’re feeling down today, maybe tomorrow will be your lucky day. Life is like a wheel, it has ups and downs. The realization is, every day is not always your lucky day, but you can also embrace your bad days. Know that the wheel is still spinning! You cannot be trapped in your bad days always.

  1. YOUR FUTURE AWAITS

Bright as the stars. Doctor? Teacher? Engineer? Or A Successful Business Man/Woman? Your future awaits. You can be anything you wished, if you have perseverance. You just have Go for the Gold! Don’t let your life take away your stars.

  1. THERE IS SOMEONE WHO ALWAYS GOT YOUR BACK!

Think of your friends. You may not see them or feel them, but they are just goofing around, waiting for your tap. They got your back, and you got their shoulders to lean on. Approach them, they are just there. They love you, like a member of the family.

  1. RUMORS DOESN’T DEFINE YOUR IDENTITY

We are all living in a judgmental world, deal with it. But, it depends how you’re going to rock this kind of world. Rumors are as dumb as the people who started them and as fake as the people who help spread them. What are you going to do? Don’t mind them. Just smile and let them wonder why. Haters gonna hate, potatoes gonna potate!

  1. HEARTBREAK IS JUST A PIECE OF CAKE

Be glad to see back of, do not please people to stay. Perhaps, hold the door open for them. People come and go, sometimes all of them almost go, but you have to deal with it. Smile, they are not worth your tears. They don’t deserve your big heart. You’re a diamond, and beggars can’t own you.

  1. LIVE FOR THOSE WHO CAN’T

Life is short, don’t make it shorter. Everyone dies, everyone leaves, don’t stop living. Not everyone who dies are happy, so you, do you want to be a part of them? Please don’t be. Life is a gift! Please continue breathing for those who lost it.

  1. EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING

Think positive! When there’s a mouse, there’s a cat. When there’s a cat, there’s a dog. When there’s a problem, for sure there is a solution. Be a proton! Do not be an electron! You should never feel hopeless because difficult times always lead to better days. Take note of that!

  1. EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON

There are times that we hate life because of our struggles, our failures, our shortcomings. And the time that we Faced the toughest challenges in life, yes, we all hate it, we hate life. But what if through those challenges, we can achieve better things? Would you still hate it? No. Wait and you’ll figure out what’s the reason.

  1. THERE IS SOMEONE WHO ENJOY YOUR COMPANY

He/She loves you, he/she may not say it, but I know He/she loves you. He/she will be sad if you end your life. It’s tragic you know. His/her life will never be the same without you and he/she would be deeply affected if you’re gone. It’s depressing.

  1. LA VIE EST BELLE

Meaning, Life is beautiful. Yes, it is beautiful if you look at the brighter side of life. Change your perspective. Life is always a blessing, please do remember that. It may be rude sometimes, but it has always been good. Instead of focusing on little things make you upset, focus on the great things about your life. Think about all the times you’ve laughed and smiled and been happy. Don’t let a little thing make you feel as if your life isn’t worth living.

Remember that if you cut your life, that’s the end of your story. No more happy ending. Or else you want a tragic ending, DO YOU?

Poetry

-Sonete de un Filipino-

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-Sonete de un Filipino-
Por: Sra. Danica Ramos Macatangay

My words would run out  if I’ll portray thee,
Thy being poor taught me to be dauntless
Thou give me lot of stuff still I’m careless
Flawless from sky to the sea, Yes it’s thee.
Thou are awful yet a pearl from the sea,
Thy childrenth let you bleed caused by pay-less
Still thou protect them coz thou’re hate-less
Thou’re my mother my armour, Yes it’s thee.
I may leave thee b’coz of poverty,
Leave you for bucks, but It’s not what  I planned
Replace thee for Statue of Liberty
Doesn’t mean my affection for thee’s gone,
I am still thy child, thy property
Filipino since day one, til I’m gone.

Book of Life

Chapter 19

 

Blithesome type of skirt may portray thee,
Thy being jocose brings off earthborn when their weather’s kinda gloomy,
Thou are a present from the creator of the earthy;
It’s amazing how thee conquer thy fear with courage,
and how thee handle ur dilemma at ur age
Thy being acquiescent shows thy eagerness to escape from ur cage;
Escape, Explore and Discover
Thou visualize thy book with flying colours,
Although there are a lot of hues thou may find from different chapters.

Life is about taking risks, and living your life to the fullest.
It is about loving, sharing, forgiving, and enjoying every moment and exhaling those bitterness.
And like a roller coaster, Life has its own ups and downs, it only depends upon ourselves how we will enjoy the ride.

Ready for chapter 19? Absolutely!
Happy 19th Birthday Self

Poetry

Ningas Kugon

Pag-ibig, pag-ibig, pag-ibig nanaman ang naririnig ko,
Umiibig, umiibig, puro nalang umiibig ang nakikita ko
Hindi ko alam kung bakit pait ang nararamdaman ko,
Ah basta ang alam ko nalolokohan lang ang mga to.
Tanda ko pa nga, ganyan din kami ng mahal ko noon,
Masayang masayang masaya, parang sila
Hawak kamay dito, hawak kamay doon
Tawa dito, tawa doon; kwentuhan dito, kwentuhan doon
Masayang masaya, masayang masaya, katulad nila.

Pero isang beses nakita ko siya,
May kasamang babae, tawa sila ng tawa
Pero sabi ko naman, ‘baka kaibigan lang, ate, o kaya naman pinsan’
Makalipas ang isang araw, nakita ko nanaman sila
Nahuli ko siya, sila, magkahawak ang kanilang mga kamay,
Na para bang nakaposas na hindi mo mapapaghiwalay.
At bigla akong naalimpungatan sa nakita ko,
Napasabi sa sarili na ‘aba! niloloko na pala ako ng mukhang unggoy na ito’,
Gusto ko siyang sampalin, gusto ko siyang suntukin
Sa sobrang sakit, para pang ako’y iniipit.
At sa huli napagtanto ko na,
Nagmahal pala ako ng isang ningas kugon,
Na sa una lang magaling,

sa una lang malambing,
Sa una ka lang papakiligin,
Sa huli pala’y papaiyakin at gagaguhin.
Sana hindi kagaya namin ang istorya ng mga ito,
Na sa una lang masaya, Na sa una lang nila mahal ang isa’t isa.

Poetry

Shutterbug;

I am a photo enthusiast,
I am not letting the day pass without taking a photograph
I am savoring the blissful feeling brought by these snaps
I am not well pleased by just gazing, because for me only captured memories last.

I like the concept of blue and green scenery,
I do not like the brown and gloomy colors that would invade my gallery
I like green umbrageous bushes as much as the blue scheme of the sea,
I do not like pale and faded hue because it might nullify the serendipity.

I used  to be a frustrated shutterbug,
But now I am coping this frustration and still pursuing to be a better one

I used to be weak and not confident with my photo blog,
But now I am free from this negativity and now I can say that I am a productive one.

Being a photographer isn’t about having the best camera,
It is about embracing the story behind every snaps.

Philosophies

Privacy versus Right to know

These two words are very important to every journalist’s field. These two rights are powerful when it comes to spilling beans to the basket full of ants or commonly say tons of people. Uhm let’s just say a right to privacy is for somebody’s security, and a right to know is for the people’s sensibility. So how can the journalists balance this kind of problem in spreading news especially harsh statements? There are things that should and shouldn’t be written in the tidings or news, because this is very threatening to the journalist’s life; maybe if he stepped up the person’s privacy he may be killed or if he didn’t spill it out his conscience may kill him, there is no in between. Yes, a right to privacy is necessary in the way of, that person’s safety, or even his dignity; but for the sake of public information, it is their right to know the truth and what they should know about what is happening in the world,especially for justice. We all know that everybody is seeking for justice, everyone needs it, especially when one of the members of the family experienced extra judicial killings. Of course we need justice, we need to seek the truth, we have the right to know who’s that person behind that particular scenario, privacy won’t matter anymore! Because if that person didn’t make mistakes or anything wrong, he wouldn’t be showing up to the public, or he wouldn’t lose her privacy. It’s his problem in the first place. 

Art Work by Paula Bonet

Poetry

b.romance

Unexpectedly, we met at the so called ‘Lover’s Lane’
Unexpectedly, It is you who was my crush when I was in 6th grade
Unexpectedly, You recognized me and asked me how was me then?
Unexpectedly, You asked my number and suddenly we became best friends
Unexpectedly, I fell in love with you and almost to confess my feelings anyway
Unexpectedly, I saw you kissing my ex boyfriend and found out that you’re a gay.

Philosophies

Trust

 

It is so hard for me to trust someone, I don’t know why, but it’s  difficult for someone to gain my trust; maybe because  I have experience being betrayed and mistreated by someone who really had my love, trust. It was Sunday afternoon, I asked some people if it is easy for them to trust somebody, some said ‘yes’, others said ‘no’, then another said, ‘it depends if he’s trustworthy and if he deserve it. But what if the one who caught your trust annihilate it, would you still accept him? The fact that he destroyed your inner peace. Remember that he destroyed not only your trust, but also your fragile feeling. Spontaneously, the feeling of anger will burst out,  and little by little this anger will turn into fear, fear of being lied into and or hearing the false words ‘I miss you and I love you’. Let’s just accept the fact that sometimes the person we thought that won’t disappoint us, was the one who was born a half human and a half snake, showing false action, saying false denotation. Would you still take the risk of trusting him again? Think.

Art work by Paula Bonet

Philosophies

What makes me sad?

Rain is about to fall. I’m scared, because I might think of negativity, I might be getting into the state of being lonely. Now let me spill what causes my life’s agony. I overthink a lot; yes, a lot, and maybe it is my worst hobby since I was in 7th grade. Most of the time when I am alone and I am just lying on my bed, let’s say ‘bored’, I just think of something that suddenly turns my optimistic view into sad blues. And on a serious note, I don’t have any idea how to stop this. Little by little these thoughts are killing me; shall I say it is a form of suicide? because in every letter of these unsaid thoughts, I am drowning. So now, please tell me how to cure this because it’s distressing having this kind of perspective.

My tear is about to fall.  It is because I am missing someone behind my past, thinking about our precious memories which I thought, would last. It is kind of weird because our so called ‘forever’ only last for seven months, was forever really that short? Deep sigh, I barely say I’m fine.

My soul is about to be destroyed, by the judgmental people surrounding me. Acting like they were on the supreme court to judge me. They were like, “hey you’re not pretty”, “you’re dumb” “Idiot! Stupid! Whore”, “why don’t you use whitening soap so you can have a fair skin”, “you don’t deserve to be loved”. I’m tired of these hubbubs, this life. I’m just trying to be nice and perfect for people, but why? It’s just sad being judge by being true, by being you. Because people are people, they’ll judge you anyway, though you’re not making mistakes.

Overthinking may kill your happiness. Trapping yourself on your past lead you to nothing but, you, being a trash. Know that not everyone is meant to stay, c’est la vie. So keep moving because there is more to life than holding back. Forget those who hate you, and remember all people who love you. Don’t mind ’em. Life is too short to be sad, so starting from now, I’m saying hello to my new perspective.

Artwork by: Paula Bonet