By: manue
Graphics by: Albert Dylan D. David
Photo by: Blaise Pauhlene O. Rellata
from time to time,
I allow myself the
luxury of eating
breakfast for the soul,
luncheon for the body,
and dinner for the mind.
I allow the butter to charm
me. I allow it to spread its
warmth along the darkening
roughness of the toast.
I am more selective of the
things I subject myself to.
I find that there is more peace
in silence—by the quiet glow
of the orange jam.
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