Revel in Reverie

By Sij

As humans, we strive to find out the great beyond, the unknown, the big mysteries. It’s possible that its just our inquisitive nature to try and try and try and try to look for what feels lost, what feels missing, or what feels forgotten. Perhaps it’s the greatest quality of a person – to search for purpose and meaning.

Why am I alive? Why do I exist? Am I a significant being in this universe? What did I forget?

I am a man stuck in a scorching desert, in need of nourishment and hope, but only met by reveries I don’t even understand.

I know I’m missing something.

Josmar

Date:Unknown,somewhereover5a.m.maybe?

I woke up to the smell of breaking dawn, the cool and crisp air kissing my nape as I slept, the tiny beeping noises the streets made early in the morning, and to my aching hands. Perhaps it was the back of my hand or even my fists. I’ m not sure.

I look at my palms. It was a bit too pink, maybe a little too powdery. Was I fiddling with the pastels and crayons again? Why is my hand stinging though?

I lift my gaze and stare at the back of my hand. Red. Wounded. Might have bruises tomorrow. What was I doing yesterday?

There’s something different today. The house doesn’t smell like chocolates or coffee. There is no pungent smell of that cheap lavender essential oil or the faint smell of dishwashing soap and detergent. I shove the soft, vaguely white blankets off my body.

Where is she?

“Mai? Diin ka?” I said.

Altered Time

By Khrystal Key Claridad

Xii Xxi Mmix

By Carla Joanne Robles

A God That Listens

By Astra

Rhythmic whims and shrieking sobs, For what it was, all we knew was that it is alive. Renounced by birth, raised with loath, For what it will become, all we knew was that it is desperate.

With every crumb, it begs — for every opportunity, it steals. Tagged and tabbed and stabbed yet still alive.

Or is it alive?

Prayers become rituals, and begging becomes bargain, and bargain — to nothing at all. Heavens were deaf, and there was no one that listened.

It closed its eyes with a glint of tears and a smile. In silence, it saw itself living lavishly, loved, cared, and sheltered.

Thump- thump- thumpOn its last throb, another life was born.

Rhythmic whims and shrieking sobs, For what it was, all we knew was that it is alive.