When the fragmented parts of you are scattered among the things that you failed to achieve, it’s so hard to see beauty in that.
My stomach heaves as I brace myself for the drop. I was anticipating it but I was never ever ready.
Since when I was ready?
The one thing I have been praying for for years, happened in three days.
That You, Jesus.
When you receive a present, you open them.
Clouds don’t run. They pour out the heaviness until they are okay again.
An aspiring author from the Philippines, her name is Mienne.
This is where I want to start.
Piece by piece. Brick by brick. Experience after experience. Story after a story. Word by word.
A collection of who I am.
Soon. I wish to be heard by the people who care.