Golden Hour Diaries

Sa tahimik ng madaling-araw I let the ceiling

listen (ahhhh)

Galing sa long shift,

pagod pero gising

Sa LA to West Covina,

same road, new skin

Taglish sa dila, honest ‘pag dumidilim

I write it down slow,

para ‘di ako lamunin (hummmm)

Hindi ko lalabanan ‘tong insomnia

Gagawin kong canvas, bawat tik-tak niya

When the word finally lands,

I can breathe again

Name the feeling, then it softens in my hands (ooh)

Golden hour kahit hindi araw

Sa pagitan ng pagod at pahinga

Tagalog, English—both allowed I don’t have to choose,

I just sing what’s true When I find the word,

I heal (yeah)

Struggle sa salita, pero parte ng gamot

Kung ‘di ko mahanap,

I sit with the knot

Nung nakuha ko na,

parang may ilaw sa loob Defined na ‘yung sakit,

kaya kaya ko na ‘to (hummmm) Pag tapos na ang kanta,

it walks on its own

Parang Messenger—deleted, I let it go

Hard-delete the pain, keep the lesson’s tone

Sa umaga, I’m lighter,

kahit kulang ang tulog (ahhhh)

Golden hour kahit hindi araw

Sa pagitan ng pagod at pahinga

Tagalog, English—both allowed I don’t have to choose,

I just sing what’s true When I find the word,

I heal (ooh)