Maturity is when you finally accept that it was Tom Hansen's fault.

Cheers to all the good hearts out there. Never change, no matter how cruel this world may end up being.

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

-Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Rain

You said that
you hated it when it rains.
On that side of the world,
I wonder,
if it touches everything
that I used too.
And so I came to
hate the rain as you do.

The rain touches the lonely
wherever the heart hides into.

Umaasang sa bawat gabi ng paglimot,
May bukas na mararamdaman natin ang kirot.

For the 16M Filipinos

There's a wake in our streets every morning after.
Still you wondered why I dressed in black all these times.
I wished you could have known better.
But there is no song or poem I could sing to you.
There is no poem that could bring back the dead.