Flavio! yay! will finish mine this week. :)
~ a self portrait.
She finds a little sanctuary at the edge of his tongue.
As she comes closer, the bland tide grows deeper.
…so this must be what they call, the world.
~ a mesonoxian whim
when the light has taken its one last breath
she comes alive from the right side of his noodle.
“Isigaw mo sa hangin, tumindig at magsilbing….”
~ wood. less.
Focus & Timing.
Life has its own way of waking you up.
But unlike your regular mornings, though, the rich aroma of a white-hot coffee
ends up on your face.
In a river of attraction, women are currents. Men ~ fallen branches.