WRITE. SHARE. INSPIRE.

written by Christian Russell Kevin Medina The dawn is breaking as I walk towards the door Letters are in red, inside's a gloom odor. Crying is the children's sigil for nights, and nurses are vanguards as knights. Apparently, the ferocious pain demands to be felt. Would there be an impunity for a sickness to melt? Who will end the painful leisure they suffer? When wealth doesn't make any better, could it be that prayers are the best to offer? I empathize as tons as I could measure, the postcard I sent above is what I'd treasure. Will His love for humanity be the only saving grace? I hope His reply would be thoroughly deliverance.

written by: Christian Russell Kevin Medina illustration by: Mary Therese Jayzle Reyes Dreams are as sweet as a child's wish. I saw a man on a journey of living for his purpose. He believed it's true and hold onto it. He embraced hope and gave all the love it requires. I witnessed his glittering past. He is the most shining star on stage with his mesmerizing voice, his charismatic smile, and his huge royal personality. Everyone dream to be like him or just to be with him. Everyone wants a piece of him. Then I gloomingly saw how the curtain of the stage wrapped up. The painful of being stabbed - the betrayal. The gradual loss of fame and power - the downfall. The chanteur I dearly admire has been sold without him knowing it - the agony. My chanteur is no longer singing a note he used to hit. He was once trapped in a reckless game he used to be enchanted with. The stage and the opera is no longer his home. The screaming joyful sound now turned into a midnight memory. But music, for him, never fades as his spirit is full of love and dreams. The biggest show anticipates the chanteur's comeback. He passed the gift I never knew I'd be singing. Do all things with love, he uttered. I listen to his voice and hold his hands. Then I just simply sing, on top of my lungs, the chanteur's song again.

Mga salitang hindi mabigkas na sa bibig gustong lumabas Mga emosyong ikinukubli sa puso at gustong makaalpas Mga panaginip at pangarap na gustong maisakatuparan Mga kagustuhan na isinasantabi dahil sa pangangailangan Lahat ay maaari nang marinig at makinig Hindi man natin ito maibahagi gamit ang bibig Ang mga nilalaman ng puso at isipan Magagawa nating masabi ang nararamdaman Ang mga iyak, nagiging hikbi at hagulhol Mga dila man natin ay nagkakabuhul-buhol Ang mga ngiti, nagiging tawa at halakhak Sa puso’t isipan natin ay tumatatak Katulad ito na ang mga titik ay nagiging salita At ang mga salita, nagiging pangungusap at talata Ang mga kuwento ay dito nagmumula Tula, kanta, maikling kuwento o nobela Sa bawat kudlit, guhit at punit, ang katumbas ay sakit Kaya ititipa na lang ang mga titik Sa bawat kiliti, saya at ligaya Hayaan na ang magsabi ang mga letra Sa mga taingang nakakarinig pero nagbingi-bingihan Sa mga matang dilat pero hindi maimulat Baka sakaling may makinig at magising Mabuksan ng panulat ang kamalayan nating lahat.