Naked Thoughts

 We are living in Rizal until I was grade 4, my life as a child is good back then. I have a lot of friends, we would just play over and over. It was a happy moment for a kid like me but as they said there's no age limit to  escape the pain and struggle. One night, the time that I will never forget, the time that my mother got stroke . She had a  bells palcy . Since my older brother is working in the hospital as a medtech we vomehow manage to cope with the bill. Since that day, she always had a therapy that's why we struggle financially. I was only 8 years old when that nightmare happened. My family don't know what to do anymore that's why we decided to move out since my father won a house in Laguna. My mother continue her recovery here in Laguna, and thankfully she is better now. Life goes on they said, Firstly, me and my friend didn't expect that we will graduate  virtually . Two weeks before our graduation,  pandemic happened because of  Covid-19 , th...

  "Riing!!! Jannah suddenly woke up because of her phone. She lazily picked it up and turn it off the have a beautiful and exciting plan today, to attend to her favorite band concert in laguna. While she was taking a bath she is listening to her favorite song Pangarap lang kita by Parokya ni Edgar. After taking a bath, she open her beautiful colored white big closet , she had a hard time when picking what will she wore at the concert night. "Pink or Black dess?" Jannan asked herself at the end of the time the decided to wear leather top and bottom paired of white shoes, boots type with curled hair and pair of necklace and earrings and dark make up. Before she leave her house, Jannah full herself with a lot of rice and egg.  It is dark and loud, full of people when she arrived at the concert even though the band hasn't starting yet. "No wonder why" she said to herself 30 minutes after "Pangarap lang Kita" is coming out from the speaker that...

 Your words are still on my phone, a  message is there but left on delivered. Like a light that fades  away, just like you who couldn't stay. I type, erase, type again, erase, but you're gone, still longing for your trace . The space you left is silent now, I wish I could forget, but how? No more calls, no more you, what was ours is no longer mine. But I still recall your name, a memory  that stays the same.