Crude Yudi III Santillan

Would you bleed just for that one person to see you?

A Bisaya piece about just escaping away from the world.

Have you ever thought about how chairs are so unappreciated? And yet, they continue to give us comfort in times we need a little pause from life. This poem is for those who need help in unloading the baggage they have been carrying around.

At some point in our lives may we learn to let go of things and forgive people. It might not be now nor later. Just do it in your own time when you are ready.

Let the noise of change come from our mouths. Let us chant truth and justice. They might try to suppress us from time to time, but we will not be muted until they will take heed to our conviction.

With one day left of the final week of the semester or otherwise known as hell week, our nocturnal adventure with the final requirements from our subjects is still afoot. Join me in my struggle to stay up late at night.