I’ve been trying to convince myself not to buy new fountain pens and inks in the next few months. But, come on! Who am I kidding?
I wasted that “Perpetual Disappointments Diary” in 2018. If only I had known that year would not be so bad, I could have saved that undated diary for 2020, which is officially the worst year ever.
Ang pag-alis sa trabaho, parang pagsuong breakup. Kahit anong sabi mo sa sarili na you are letting go and moving on for the better, may kirot at may kirot ka pa ring mararamdaman.
When I was a young girl, my father failed to take me into the city to see a marching band. Yet despite his shortcomings, his memory will carry on.
Then I began to drift apart from poetry after graduation. I don’t remember how or why exactly. Now, whenever someone asks me why I don’t write poems anymore, I just laugh and say that it’s just not for me.