The Child
The child in the depths had eyes like gold. I see through its eyes; I see through its soul. As if the very fragments that make up its whole
The Child
Sun and Solace
Ray of Hope
Radiance
Mira at Sol
Unveiling Colors
Perhaps
Morning Routine
I can't peel my own oranges...yet
Peeling the Sweats Away
the orange jam
2023
Our First and Last Kiss
Kaibigan/Kina-ibigan
Ieisipong Nahitabo
What makes one alive
Ichor