sorry for lack of poetry

do you ever have a day where literally everything goes wrong until after a certain point you stop being surprised or hurt by it you just kind of accept that today the universe is spitting on you and there’s nothing you can do to stop it

they caged our hearts
buried them under layers of
flesh
tissues
and
e v e r y t h i n g
in between
in all hopes that someday
our hearts would be tamed

my mother once told me
the world would try to take it away
she told me
if you hide your heart
they will
n e v e r
be able
to take it away
from
you

—  so don’t ask me where my heart is, I’ll never tell.
5

For someone who rarely goes to the beach, trips like these are something worth spazzing about, especially when the water looks so pristine, the sand glows in white and creamy hues, the trees are not in the pine family, and the weather is neither too harsh nor too overcast. One must savor moments like these and make the most of it, so I spent more time in the water than taking self-indulgent, instagrammable pictures, but I contradict myself with the fact that the latter is what’s documented here. Shame on me. Haha. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the magnificent Putipot Island, Zambales.

Credits to talesoftheotherguy and my friends for the photos. It’s sad we don’t have a decent group picture here. It’s embarrassing. 

Also, sorry for the lack of poetry lately. I know my lackadaisicalness is unexcusable. Forgive me.