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While the roof sings to the tune of the monsoon keys, the leaves outside dance with the storm's cold breeze, with a warm, fresh cup of coffee, my eyes stare blankly at the road void of wheels and feet— empty— wishing I can say the same with my mind. The antonym of empty is full… Continue reading fogged up
I have lived a well-planned life. My mom used to tell me that I have my own decisions, ever since I’m a toddler. I choose what will I wear. I choose what will I eat. I choose anything and everything. Yep. My parents never win. My student-self is as picky as my toddler-self. I grew… Continue reading Last Choice
I have to see her before the day ends. I have to do it before the sun sets. I am shaking inside as I slowly twisted the smooth metal door knob. The smell of disinfectant welcomed me. My wrinkled skin quickly felt the cold and sterile atmosphere of the room. I can hear nothing but the… Continue reading Endings
Tadhana If destiny’s the foe of our love story, I’ll put my armour and wage war against it until it signed a peace treaty. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 30 - Tadhana.
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