I always dream of living alone.
It’s not because my housemates are less than pleasant – my parents, bless their hearts, have been nothing but generous to me in the past eighteen years. 414 more words
I consider the municipality of Lavezares, Northern Samar as the less complex parts of my heart. The waves with bluish hue are the veins, the streets that glow reddish as the sun sets are the arteries, the leaves sparkling with morning dew are the capillaries, and the Warays who are anything but unfriendly are the blood. 1,003 more words