hush now

Whos out there

I grew up loving the word “dreamer”.  For me, it brought forth not just a promise, but an assurance that that promise could and would be made real.

It’s not my favorite word anymore.

Neither is food.  Nor travel.  Nor the Philippines, Filipino, saving the world.

I don’t like the same things I used to like — they don’t make me happy, don’t light up my eyes.

What lights up my eyes now?

Is that even the question that needs asking?