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What a year for Heavy Hand Entertainment 🤗 To more gigs next year!🤞

Padayon, JJ 🥰

sponty nyts

Sentimentality is a disease resting on your bedroom door disguised as letters and receipts from people who are now just a part of your memory.

Hindi na nasasabik tuwing wala ka sa tabi.
Hindi na hinahanap kapag umuulan ang mga ulap sa pagsapit ng gabi.
Sinasarili na lang ang mga magagandang balita, uupo sa katahimikan tuwing almusal, makikinig sa musika’t titingin sa kawalan.
Titiyad sa tuwing magkikita sa mata, magsisinungaling kung kamusta na ba.
At sa tuwing aalis, sasabihin kong “Mahal kita” kahit matagal ko na itong hindi nadarama.

12.11.2025 — “Nagising na lang ako isang araw”

Hello 💛

“You know, houses are different than homes, right?” I do. You gave me a swift look in the eye while you make a turn on your steering wheel, making sure I understand what you just said.
The daylight was beginning to fade and nightfall is gonna be here any time soon.
But for us, the day is just getting started.

I looked back at you right on…
Houses are empty spaces, sold because of profit and gains. An architectural piece.
Homes, on the other hand, are your rough hands, inked skin ruptures and a head on your chest.

And I’m not really sure how many bodies regarded you as their haven,
how many of them treated it like Maldives,
Or how much they tried to stay when they discovered your dusty old basements.
I could never tell.

Parts of me wanted to convince myself that you are this complex human being surrounded by euphemizations every time you initiate conversation with people,
Parts of me wanted to believe that you are this insane amount of gravity towards intricated individuals, something about it you just can’t pull back.

I have met a lot of divergents in my life, but you are the best example of it.
Something about you is incomparable, exhilarating and fathomless like a trench in the Aegean Sea waiting to be discovered.
And for some reason, I wanted to dive more.

I wanted to trace all of the wounded parts in your body, like constellations in the sweet night sky.
Tell me all of the times you were not heard or caressed enough,
Tell me all of the moments you’ve broken yourself down into,
Hand me your Pandora’s box.

I always knew the distinct difference about houses and homes.
And how many times you’ve open up your doors just to catch them from the pouring rain.
For once, stop running through the hail.

Come run to me and my embrace.
Guide me on the parts of you where you need to feel again and where you needed saving.
And once you’re ready, I’ll hold you tight here in my arms, you would never thought of leaving.

“houses & homes“ • baytrees | 228