I am grateful that you took the time to make it here. Welcome to this little corner of my fragile space. Fragile because I can get really vulnerable. When I write, I take you to my soul. When I write, I pour my heart. Words has become my shelter. Words has become my home.

Everything started back in College when I said I wanted to become a writer. I was a Communication course student and all my block mates read something (all kinds of anything) and knew how to write (fiction or non-fiction). And there I was, standing clueless about life. Back then, I don't actually read books or write my feelings. I just go wherever life takes me. These people I met in school were my very first heroes, they inspired me. When I read their works, it made me appreciate the magic of words and how it can create a world and describe an emotion that was kept hidden for so long. I loved it.

"If you want to become a writer, write. Magsulat ka lang. [Just write] Simulan mo lang. [Just start]" my friend says.

That had been my cue. I started writing. I was this brave little girl believing she could write. So she did. It was not all fluid at first, it was ugly. I created my first space and I continued filling that space with all of my stories, memories, adventures, angst, whatever I could think of under the sun. That little girl in me holds a pocketful of sunshine called Courage and was not afraid to risk, jump, and be nakedly honest with her words.

But, I grew a little older and got distracted.
I grew a little older and got fearful.
I grew a little older and got lost.
I grew a little older and got back on my feet.

I am getting back - not as a little girl anymore, but a lady, still standing clueless about life sometimes. Still wanting to write. Still risking, jumping, and being nakedly honest with her words.

This is my cue. And luv, I'll be keeping you. xx
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