Jan Feliciano

Photo by Elina Krima

We’re all a little broken inside — all confused and distraught to some degree.

We wear many faces as we head into different battles, so one might think it’s tailored and pretentious.

Maybe we’re embarrassed to show our vulnerabilities, thinking it’s a lot easier to be fake.

But in the end, aren’t they still a part of who we really are?

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Art by Ahmed Awad

Sometimes things happen just because they happen and not for any other reason at all.

When one attempts to explain the essence behind happenstance, it is merely the result of his or her own need to search for a better-sounding and more acceptable meaning for the occurrence.

It is the inability to accept the truth — the denial of the fact that the universe is not obliged to make sense to you.

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Photo by Nur Andi Ravsanjani Gusma

I’m only terrified of the rain in August

As every droplet holds an active memory of loss and grief

A reminder of aged woes amidst the inside throes may never be overcome by tranquil relief

But as it all comes and goes, I hope for the days when I can smell the petrichor again

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Jan Feliciano

Jan Feliciano

Just a random observer of the world — a storyteller of sorts. Work with me: felicianochristianjan@gmail.com