#cupofjo

“What color do you think is best?”

And he

Picked the opposite of me.

In the quiet corner of Buraguis Legazpi City where the rhythm of life matched the slow beat of my heart, I made my debut into the world. Surrounded by the comforting aroma of my mother's kitchen, my early years were cocooned in the simplicity of childhood joys. It was a time when scraped knees were badges of adventure, and the world seemed as vast as the sky above.

As the seasons changed, so did the narrative of my life. Adolescence unfolded like the turning pages of a coming-of-age novel, marked by the awkward dance of self-discovery. In the halls of Divine Word College of Legazpi, I navigated the labyrinth of friendships and stumbled upon passions that ignited the spark of ambition within me.

Amidst the chaos in my life, I found the melody of self-expression. Words became my companions, and through the dance of sentences, I painted the emotions that resided within. The pursuit of dreams became a compass guiding me through uncharted territories, pushing against the currents of doubt and uncertainty. Relationships played a significant role—friendships that weathered storms, romances that bloomed and withered, and familial bonds that endured the test of time. Each connection, a thread weaving its way through the narrative, shaping the fabric of my identity.

I see a mosaic of moments—some vibrant and others muted. The path I tread may have been unpredictable, but it was uniquely mine. From the dusty trails of nostalgia to the uncharted roads of tomorrow, my autobiography unfolds—a memoir of resilience and growth.

She looked up from her task at hand. She waited.

“You’re not you. This isn’t you.” A frustrated sigh “Is there even a point in talking to you now? I just don’t understand. What changed?”

She blinked.

“Everything.”

She turned back to her work. The sounds of retreating footsteps haunted the empty room.

She smiled to herself.

How interesting they didn’t see her death,

And that they too, took part in it.

I read a book today.

I initially picked it up because of the recommendations. The reviews.

"Life changing."

"Heart breaking."

So many recorded reactions of tears.

Perhaps I seen it as a challenge.

Instead of tears and solemn, I closed the last page and smiled.

It was just too real.

I felt comfort in finally being understood.

I don't know whether it's good,

or a shame,

The way I deserve to be loved,

But that would imply I believe it’s real,

And I no longer believe in fairy tales.