Iloveyouwithoutspaces

 "I love you," she said. "Not because you made me feel things. Not because you set my heart on fire. Not because you put me first on the list or because you saved me your front seats. I love you because even if I am at my darkest days, you don't tell me to wait for the sun to perk up instead you tell me that we all go through that phase. You don't tell me I'll be over it soon but instead you tell me what there is why it happened. You don't tell me to escape from my struggles but you motivate me to face them because I am braver than my looks. You don't only give me special treatments instead, you made me feel what being a real human should feel. You put validations over the things inside of me that I can't accept and that being imperfect is perfection. Being delicate is normal. Being grey is neutral but still good for blending. You made me your favorite part of the day and that I learned to love myself by loving you. You made me my own person."

- Mica Meñez, iloveyouwithoutspaces
Repost from A Cup of Words and Coffee

Cancelled lakad

Gusto ko sana dumalaw ke mommy sa Pasay kasama mga bata kaso gusto ni nanay e iwan si zeo para daw may kasama sya. E gusto ko nga kasama sila hariell at zeo  haaaaaist... So di na lang kami umalis  bukas na nga lang. Pfft. Bye.

Nocturnals

Gabing gabi na. Di pa natutulog. Kakalaro ng lego.

Sabagay, wala walan pasok bukas.

Sige, laro lang kayo. Enjoy. Haha

I love you, Ma.

Ang ganda ganda ng mommy ko. Mabait, maalalahanin, napakamapagbigay.

Swerte ko nanay kita.

A cup of words and coffee - repost

 I came into this verge where I stopped believing i was beautiful. Where I could no longer stare too long on my reflections, where I began evading mirrors. I guess, my body started to lose all its remaining radiance. Today, I know I am more than just ugly. I am more than just a mess to me. I am now a stranger to my own self. I realize I don't wear the same smile I used to wear few years back then. All I have are quick glances and required laughter that simmer too fastly. All I have are scars I hide behind my sleeves, and marks I darted on my own flesh. All I have are broke down memories of unfamiliar happiness, where my mind becomes a five-story building of people climbing up on stairs only to jump on its fifth floor and have me witness it so I could carry the guilt. My heart becomes a massive ocean of loneliness where my childhood memories plunge to revisit its shipwrecks only to turn my present self into one of them. My passion, they all begin to fade like polaroid pictures exposed on a crowd of sharp stares. Suddenly, I forgot how good I was on writing. Suddenly, I forgot to blend my whites on darks to lighten some of my weighty thoughts. Suddenly, I became a trash bin of unfinished drafts and sucked up poems. I no longer have the drive to connect on everything I used to be so passionate before. I was fed up, drained.

Today, as I wipe my mirror from the haze of my shower. I stared less than a minute and watch the person standing in front of me. I am no longer pretty. I am no longer holding the stars on my eyes.  I am no longer the person I wished I was, the person I wished to become. I realize I am just another stranger firing questions and blames to the reflection that holds up the same name as mine. I realize I was tired. I was tired that no matter how long I try to rest, I will still wake up tired.

I don't understand how things go. I don't know how I got here.

All I know is, I am no longer beautiful the way I used to be. All I know is, I am no longer happy.

- Mica Meñez, ugly and sadness
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