I paint my emotions in black, green and white. I paint my emotions until it runs dry. I paint my emotions til it empties my heart. I paint my emotions til the worries get tired. I paint my emotions til the letters get dark. Until the pages get swamped with emotional high. I paint my emotions so I can hug it so tight. Like a crying child, to tell him it’s alright. Tantrums and anger set pages on fire. In the ashes, it welcomes the hopeful sunlight. Where joy glimmers in courage. Where hope brings forth light.

May sakit pa pala, ang iyong paglisan. May laman pa pala, mga batis ng luha. May bigat pa pala, mga batong yumurak sa dibdib. May hapdi pa pala, mga asing winasik sa sugat na malalim. Gumuguhit pa pala iyong mga alaala. Akala ko lahat ito ay tapos na. Parang kudyaping tumutugtog sa gabi. Lungkot na bumabalot sa kaluluwa at isip. Naalala kita, kaya ang puso’y tumatangis. Akala ko sa paalam, ang lahat tapos na. Wala pala. Bitbit habang buhay sakit ng paglisan.

Mahiwaga, mailap sa paningin. Dinuduyan ng taimtim, sa damdaming malalim. Banayad at mayumi sa puso at isip. Binabaybay ang matarik na bundok ng suliranin. Sinasagwan ang dagat ng kawalan. Niyayakap ang malawak na himpapawid. Kasama araw-araw, ngunit bakit hindi mapansin. Ang tao paminsan, balikwas kung tumingin. Nangangarap ng bituin. Tumatalon ang hakbangin. Sinusuyod ang parang, hindi alam ang gagawin. Nandiyan sa paligid. Halina at silipin. Ligaya nakakubli, diyan sa tabi-tabi.

“Total pain requires total trust in our Creator. Knowing that God is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent. It is He, who will overcome for us.” There is a pain that you can feel at the tip of your hair. People with chronic illnesses have been able to bear witness. …

Like a narrow footpath leading to majestic waters, grief envelopes my heart. Memories of souls gone by rush down like a waterfall. They have walked the path many times, with giggles, with thrill, with laughter that filled the air. …

As I write on my desk now, I could hear the sound of water from the road nearby flowing into our property. In the rare occasions that I am here in Brooke’s Point, Palawan, I have not anticipated that I would be up for another surprise during December. Our Decembers…

A tiny candle in the ocean of dark It isn’t always sunny, bubbly or happy. A joyous day may end dark, sad and bleak. Coming at your door without knocking. Banging loud, no care of trespassing. Disturbing your peace, your calm. Taking away your happiness. …

Do you write with your hand alone? Or you write with your heart and mind? Oh dear, the pen and keyboards flow on their own. Ideas from the depths of the mind. Feelings from the vaults of the soul. How can you write with your hand alone? If it is the…

I think about the many years away. And the lands found faraway. People I have never met. Oh dear, not even a single string of their hair. Yet why do I care? Often I wander in the vastness of the digital world. And in the depths of my own inner world. Sometimes…