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with love, ligaya
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echoes
the only exit is through the entrance
the good and bad part
healing is weird when you are used to chaos
perspective
being a people pleaser
no one warned us
fractured beginnings
wilted gardens don’t bloom twice
the last sound
the last time we didn’t know
the silence that answers
how the soul spells itself
shadows and light
memoirs
poems
my beacon of light
unspoken reverie
the art of escaping
spring has never been the same since i met you
do i belong somewhere in this world or i am just taking up space?
i've always wanted you
i drowned waiting for you, and you never noticed
the weight of a fragile hope
the ache of disappointment
the eulogy of mirrors
does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
the art of disappearing in plain sight
a house i’ve never entered
the echo of empty words
what if they see you too?
what drowns doesn’t always sink
letters from the bruise
the remedy and the wound
a negative space
how could i love me without loving you?
in the noise, silence
almost gone, almost me
the spaces between us
rooms we no longer fit in
the cost of craving change
the blurry line between growth and survival
a quiet undoing
first glances, forever remembered
the bridge, the path
what the light should feel like
the quiet test
echoes at the threshold
do you see me?
the room
just a guy
when the ink dries but the wound doesn't
the silence where i once existed
the weight of white lies and quiet saints
the silence beneath the skin
the weight of unspoken words
a question in the dark
small fires where silence grows
the gravity of quiet things
things that vanish when you look too closely
how still things bloom
how love found me when i stopped looking
I think I like this little life
masks and realizations
echoes of fear
a firstborn daughter’s guilt
when life moves too fast
a conversation with my old self
the weather inside the walls
the things we don’t film
the things i never said
my first love was also my first heartbreak
the burden after forgiving someone
the quiet weight of simply existing
i want to be loved without having the need to beg for it
i knew everything about you— but you barely knew my name
three days from the edge
i can’t look at you the same way anymore
life started when i almost ended it
i am the people i’ve become from the rooms i’ve been in
the man i only began to know when he was already gone
the fear of wasted wonder
barely, but still
where do i belong if not everywhere?
inherited ghosts in my bloodstream
the leaving is also a kind of love
how silence taught me to speak
the archive of almost-goodbyes
you loved me like i’d never leave
the shape i bend into
where the silence goes when you leave
you had no language for me
the echo sits where light forgets
the quiet weight of what i never unpacked
the quiet exit of stars
the sting in our skin
quiet riches
i didn't know love was this quiet
when the room forgets my name
grief, always within reach
ethereal ponderings
the sound only heaven hears
seventy times the mirror
the echo before i speak
the anointed fracture
the fire that doesn't burn
the paradox of mercy
the garden’s echo
the silent rise
about me
with love, ligaya
home
pages
echoes
the only exit is through the entrance
the good and bad part
healing is weird when you are used to chaos
perspective
being a people pleaser
no one warned us
fractured beginnings
wilted gardens don’t bloom twice
the last sound
the last time we didn’t know
the silence that answers
how the soul spells itself
shadows and light
memoirs
poems
my beacon of light
unspoken reverie
the art of escaping
spring has never been the same since i met you
do i belong somewhere in this world or i am just taking up space?
i've always wanted you
i drowned waiting for you, and you never noticed
the weight of a fragile hope
the ache of disappointment
the eulogy of mirrors
does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
the art of disappearing in plain sight
a house i’ve never entered
the echo of empty words
what if they see you too?
what drowns doesn’t always sink
letters from the bruise
the remedy and the wound
a negative space
how could i love me without loving you?
in the noise, silence
almost gone, almost me
the spaces between us
rooms we no longer fit in
the cost of craving change
the blurry line between growth and survival
a quiet undoing
first glances, forever remembered
the bridge, the path
what the light should feel like
the quiet test
echoes at the threshold
do you see me?
the room
just a guy
when the ink dries but the wound doesn't
the silence where i once existed
the weight of white lies and quiet saints
the silence beneath the skin
the weight of unspoken words
a question in the dark
small fires where silence grows
the gravity of quiet things
things that vanish when you look too closely
how still things bloom
how love found me when i stopped looking
I think I like this little life
masks and realizations
echoes of fear
a firstborn daughter’s guilt
when life moves too fast
a conversation with my old self
the weather inside the walls
the things we don’t film
the things i never said
my first love was also my first heartbreak
the burden after forgiving someone
the quiet weight of simply existing
i want to be loved without having the need to beg for it
i knew everything about you— but you barely knew my name
three days from the edge
i can’t look at you the same way anymore
life started when i almost ended it
i am the people i’ve become from the rooms i’ve been in
the man i only began to know when he was already gone
the fear of wasted wonder
barely, but still
where do i belong if not everywhere?
inherited ghosts in my bloodstream
the leaving is also a kind of love
how silence taught me to speak
the archive of almost-goodbyes
you loved me like i’d never leave
the shape i bend into
where the silence goes when you leave
you had no language for me
the echo sits where light forgets
the quiet weight of what i never unpacked
the quiet exit of stars
the sting in our skin
quiet riches
i didn't know love was this quiet
when the room forgets my name
grief, always within reach
ethereal ponderings
the sound only heaven hears
seventy times the mirror
the echo before i speak
the anointed fracture
the fire that doesn't burn
the paradox of mercy
the garden’s echo
the silent rise
about me
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home
pages
echoes
the only exit is through the entrance
the good and bad part
healing is weird when you are used to chaos
perspective
being a people pleaser
no one warned us
fractured beginnings
wilted gardens don’t bloom twice
the last sound
the last time we didn’t know
the silence that answers
how the soul spells itself
shadows and light
memoirs
poems
my beacon of light
unspoken reverie
the art of escaping
spring has never been the same since i met you
do i belong somewhere in this world or i am just taking up space?
i've always wanted you
i drowned waiting for you, and you never noticed
the weight of a fragile hope
the ache of disappointment
the eulogy of mirrors
does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
the art of disappearing in plain sight
a house i’ve never entered
the echo of empty words
what if they see you too?
what drowns doesn’t always sink
letters from the bruise
the remedy and the wound
a negative space
how could i love me without loving you?
in the noise, silence
almost gone, almost me
the spaces between us
rooms we no longer fit in
the cost of craving change
the blurry line between growth and survival
a quiet undoing
first glances, forever remembered
the bridge, the path
what the light should feel like
the quiet test
echoes at the threshold
do you see me?
the room
just a guy
when the ink dries but the wound doesn't
the silence where i once existed
the weight of white lies and quiet saints
the silence beneath the skin
the weight of unspoken words
a question in the dark
small fires where silence grows
the gravity of quiet things
things that vanish when you look too closely
how still things bloom
how love found me when i stopped looking
I think I like this little life
masks and realizations
echoes of fear
a firstborn daughter’s guilt
when life moves too fast
a conversation with my old self
the weather inside the walls
the things we don’t film
the things i never said
my first love was also my first heartbreak
the burden after forgiving someone
the quiet weight of simply existing
i want to be loved without having the need to beg for it
i knew everything about you— but you barely knew my name
three days from the edge
i can’t look at you the same way anymore
life started when i almost ended it
i am the people i’ve become from the rooms i’ve been in
the man i only began to know when he was already gone
the fear of wasted wonder
barely, but still
where do i belong if not everywhere?
inherited ghosts in my bloodstream
the leaving is also a kind of love
how silence taught me to speak
the archive of almost-goodbyes
you loved me like i’d never leave
the shape i bend into
where the silence goes when you leave
you had no language for me
the echo sits where light forgets
the quiet weight of what i never unpacked
the quiet exit of stars
the sting in our skin
quiet riches
i didn't know love was this quiet
when the room forgets my name
grief, always within reach
ethereal ponderings
the sound only heaven hears
seventy times the mirror
the echo before i speak
the anointed fracture
the fire that doesn't burn
the paradox of mercy
the garden’s echo
the silent rise
about me
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echoes
memoirs
the things i never said
ethereal ponderings
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