Sendiri Sendiri Ku Diam Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can't keep dissimulating. God, help me pass tomorrow in one peace...

My very own sanctuary. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Value self. Amen. Your love, The Friend

is the only word that leaves his mouth. We get back on the road and drive in complete silence for the entire drive home. When we finally get home, I get out of the truck and make my way to the back to my place. There is every part of me that hopes that he would call my name, but he does not once say a single word. The further I get, the more my heart breaks. Just before I reach a point where I can almost hear nothing at all, I listen to him talk to himself. “For fuck sakes."

I wiped it gently with the back of my hand and whispered again, this time not to the river but to myself. “I am still here,” I said. The words settled over me with a quiet certainty. They did not need to be louder, nor did they demand anyone else’s acknowledgment. It was enough that I had spoken them, that I had claimed my own existence in the presence of a place that had once mirrored only sorrow.

~There's no reason, there's no rhyme I found myself blindsided by A feeling that I've never known I'm dealing with it on my own Phone is quiet, walls are bare I drink myself to sleep, who cares? No one even has to know I'm dealing with it on my own~ Everyone was in awe of the coldness of her voice, they could feel every line pierce their heart by the way she sang it. It was smooth and gentle. Sophia gradually closed her eyes, her heart heaving. ~Heavy thoughts when it gets late Put me in a fragile state I wish I wasn't going home Dealing with it on my own I'm praying but it's not enough I'm done, I don't believe in love

My own whispered words echoed in the emptiness, a pathetic confession to no one. “I’m your filthy cocksucker…”

Diana I sit cross-legged in the center of the clearing, my breath steady, my eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of meditation. Dominicus’s voice rings in my mind, reminding me of the importance of focus. ‘Clear your mind. Feel the world around you, with all of your senses. Be one with it’. It’s a mantra, one I’ve struggled with, but now, after weeks of practice, I can actually feel it. The steady hum of the earth beneath me, the cool breeze against my skin, the distant rustle of leaves. It’s all becoming clearer, more vivid.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Closing my eyes, with some wobbling steps I just submitted myself to the darkness while mumbling some precise words. "I don't need anyone"