"Let us go then You and I, When the night is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table...." (Excerpt from The Lovesong of J Alfred Profruck by T.S Eliot) Ang ligaya ko'y

The idea of leaving something is always the hardest. Letting go of things visible and invisible always bring pain. But pain is always beautiful when you can survive it. My eyes swell from tasting the sun

Why it always happen in mid afternoons just when the children have siesta from plays and newborns lulled to sleep the call of the wind turns sunlight to waves with constant creavices so consistent....