I remember starting this year all hopeful and purposeful

For the first few weeks, purpose became just a pose

Yes, I launched my first book, but still,

I drifted into what I could not understand

I did not know what was happening to me

Weeks became months, I was clueless on what to write next.

I used to write to showcase wordplays, puns, and other figures of speech and then look for a way for fix the message into it

Now all I want to do is know who gives the message

Maybe I should just stop there…


Hopefully something comes out of it

When I live my life like the creator would have me do and die to self

“Self” being every thought that exalts itself against the knowledge of God.