It's a poet curse, to be able to write about love but not have it.
"What are you reading Mimi?" The three year old ask me habang nakaupo ako sa balcony ng bahay ko. She climb up to my lap and i smiled.
Her big brown eyes are staring at me curiously, maybe wondering why, I'm always here sa my balcony looking at the stars almost every night.
Maiintindihan kaya nito kapag sinabi ko? That the stars reminds me of someone..
That someone was like a star.. Nothing but a beautiful echo of death.. A sad song on a violin that will pinch your heart every time it played. And she's always gonna be the best thing that happened to me.
I bought this house after matapos ang therapy ko almost four years ago. I've been diagnosed with anxiety and extreme case of depression. Na stroke din si Dad three year
