Date: April 1st, 2025. Location: Manila, Philippines A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠

Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.

Poem: Stinging eyes,

it must the cold, my hands agree.

One small tear,

escapes on the hour, every hour.

Unusually red,

a warning sign, do I listen?

The breeze asks

Why are you so sensitive?

Sunglasses on, no difference.

Gloves on, coat zipped.

Should have worn thermals.

My eyes still sting.

Left. Right.

I'll go left, you go right.

Two tears.

Three tears.

Cheek spasms.

Face melting, unfurling.

The burning behind my eyes disappear. It was never cold,

It was missing you.

My eyes missed you,

before you even left.