When the Heart Flies from Its Place by Eric Gamalinda
It's almost February, and moments like these are ones that I'd like to forget. Oh, February. Stop. It's been more than a year. I'd like to think that this is just because I haven't slept right in the past three
Blue, Kind of by Eric Gamalinda
It is November. I keep thinking of a boat, and the water, and sailing far away. I am thinking of a memory of a past life: a tail instead of legs, and my long, long hair. Maybe I am meant