Thanks, Pen

I pity my pen for it will soon run out of its blood fulfilling the responsibility it has for me. Thanks anyway for extending my life, for allowing it to flow through my veins, and to pump blood in my hollow heart. You always feel for me and find words for me. For witnessing how … Continue reading Thanks, Pen

Free Falling

The feeling was like free falling myself in the nth floor of a building. After several years of wearing complete gears and obeying safety procedures, I removed its embrace from my body. The moment I was about to set my foot on the edge of the building, I knew, I was already brave enough to … Continue reading Free Falling