December 01.

‘Let me sleep and float through the words yet to be said and dreamed of.’
-Ana Reyes


Can I Still Love And Be Loved?

Am I still capable of love?
When I was given a hug
I felt nothing
Like I am an empty shell
Or I just stopped the emotions
‘Cause my soul was afraid
What was it felt
When I was imprisoned
In a world of darkness
So worse and frightening
Can I still be loved
If I can’t give anything?

Muted Thoughts.

There’s so much scattered thoughts in my head
A delicate hurricane
Hidden behind the back of my mind
Forcing it to come out
‘Cause I can’t utter a single word
But as I try and try
I became more voiceless and quieter
With the tragedies the world is giving me.