Dahil wala nang mas hihigit pang ligaya
kapag nakatapak ka na sa tahanan ng iyong puso at kaluluwa.
4 35621 hours ago
Rocks of different shapes and sizes litter the landscape, bathed in gold. Silvery pools left by the receding tide reflect the skies.
The sun-warm water starts to cool in the dying afternoon.
The sand beneath my feet was the opposite of white and fine. It was a myriad of broken things, of stone and glass, of coral and shell, shards weathered and polished by the currents. Tiny jewels glittering in the palm of my hand.
At the northern end, far from the hustle of camp, the shore was paved with bleached corals that shined in the moonlight.