Hey. Call me JK.
✪ My life (and sometimes the life of others) in scraps of photography, poetry and prose. :)
✪ 18. University of the Philippines Mindanao.
✪ Geeky, Sentimental, Awkward, and a whole spectrum of quirks in between.
Stand under this broken roof of mine
It’s a measly protection from rain and sun
There will be leaks and drafty air
And I can’t always shelter you from them
But under this broken roof
You can lay down and count the stars
Until you fall asleep facing heavenward
With the moonlight encasing you
Then you’ll wake the next morning
Opening your eyes to a piece of the sky
So breathtakingly azure and deep
That you would think you’re still dreaming
Take shelter under my broken roof
And you’ll see life a little clearer