I remember sitting on the pier and looking for butterflies swimming in the yellow waves below.
i must feel the rain pitter pattering on the ground
The claiming of the presents I wrapped was to keep the peace, the lying was to protect themselves—everyone needs protection, right?
Mannequins are made of wood, and humans of flesh, but what about souls? What cloth do we dress them in?
I cannot choose but bear it, or I cannot choose but wear my face with me, as always.
It’s been five months since I’ve needed a morning alarm—awakening to light, not sound.
During midsummer's stickiest days, Tatay would tend his garden until the sun started to fade.
Our theme this cycle was “Nature,” and our beautifully creative authors took this in many more ways than just the “outdoors.”
