Ink in Stillness

Walang tunog ang paligid,

just the scratch of the pen

on the page.

Hindi ko na kailangang bilangin ang bawat patak ng ulan,

Or the way the

shadows stretch across the floor.

Dito sa gitna ng katahimikan,

everything is clear.

The ink flows like a river na walang hangganan,

Writing lines that don’t need a destination,

Just a place to breathe.

Ito ang aking hearth,

ito ang aking sky.

Walang ingay, walang pagmamadali,

just a long goodbye To the versions of me na laging pagod

at laging naghihintay. Dito sa dilim,

ang kapayapaan ang siyang tunay.

The ache is a guest,

but the peace is the host,

And I am finally the one I love the most. (ooh)

Minsan, sumisilip ang mga alaala,

like soft light under a door.

Ramdam ko pa rin ang bigat ng mga salitang hindi

nasabi,

And the way the missing still sits in the corner of the

room. Hindi ko na ito itataboy,

I just let it stay there.

Parang kape na lumamig na,

but still tastes like home.

I don’t need to fix the broken parts to enjoy the stillness,

I just need to keep the fire burning.

You might think the silence is empty,

pero puno ito ng ginto.

Pinipili ko ang sapat kaysa sa laging naghahanap ng higit.

I choose the hearth over the chase,

I choose the sky over the ghost of a face.

Honest truth: the missing is still there,

deep in the bone,

Pero mas malakas ang tawag ng sarili kong tahanan.

I am not lost;

I am just finally still. (ahhhh)

Ito ang aking hearth,

ito ang aking sky.

Walang ingay, walang pagmamadali,

just a long goodbye To the versions of me na laging pagod

at laging naghihintay. Dito sa dilim,

ang kapayapaan ang siyang tunay.

The ache is a guest,

but the peace is the host,

And I am finally the one I love the most. (ooh)

No more counting, no more tracking the wind.

Just the flow of the ink.

Just the light of the hearth.

Just the

endless, open sky. Payaba.

Walang stress. Dito lang ako. (hummmm)