Reflect, Reflect (An Intermediary Post)

I had told myself that I will not be posting reflections here, or writings of any other nature besides stories, micros, vignettes, or snippets of the caliber, but here I am feeling compelled to explain myself.

The Announcement

“Are they going to fight?”

For Somsom: A Christmas Eulogy

I looked at her. I had been dying to be reunited with her for so long, she who burst forth with renascent monstrosity, carving my personality and my character for days; always fervent with a spirit that sipped into my lungs and breathed new life to my soul, replenishing me with enchantment to the next sojourn.

The Night Within

Tossing and turning, covering then uncovering herself… When will the night end? But the night outside could never have wrought more torment than the night within. A short wind rattled the latch on her window, but the atmosphere around her remained defiantly still.

Authenticity

It is worth nothing for you to have the whole world if you yourself are lost. You could never pay enough to buy your life back. What good would it do to get everything you want and lose you, the real you? What could you ever trade your soul for?

^{Mark 8:36-37}

Interlude

Breathe.
God is not through with you yet.

^NawiriDaily

Yours Fully

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Thick Skin

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Dear Rose

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