these past three times around the orbit

i still remember the day i first arrived here, not much of an expectation; and was not looking for anything at all. i think it’s somehow true when people say what belongs to you will finally find you, effortlessly. three years ago, who would’ve thought everything would be this way; but deep down i know it just feels right to be this way. everything was and still is perfect, sweet and too sweet at the same time. blue skies with countless stars and the moon staring from up above… like sending a message everytime i get so worry about one tiny inconvenient thing “hey im here, why you worry much? everything’s fine and always will be” and thanks to the moon for always making the endless nights feel much more bearable. 

AM; it reminds me it wont go anywhere, it was there all along and always will be

PM; it lights up the dark skies and brings color to my eyes

AM to PM; PM to AM

every day and night

each passing time

i want to hold a little longer in that small moments i lived

with my memories restricted to a polaroid in evidence

i smile, all happy and calm without a storm

i lie down, all rested and feel relieved

i sleep, sweet dreams and full of hope

i wake up, writing much more stories of the upcoming good days with a pink glittery pen

is it all make sense by now? it is, it always has been

just like what the moon said since the very first day of it all: no worries i got you, always.

and how do i explain things to people? 

the moon said: no need and why would you, silly.

three full orbit around the sun

three times around, a wiser gaze

fireworks after one full orbit

another turn by the earth, bringing promises of tomorrow; 

a shooting star

came closer, warmer, and lighter; 

make a wish, make a wish, make a wish

im flattered, each day is different and everyday is new; yet the feeling was and still is the same

quiet, peaceful, and calm; no rush and gentle

each passing day captured in pictures as an evidence of the day went by;

sunsets, clouds, and constellations;

myths, magic, and miracles;

books, stories, and laughters;

how do i tell that each passing orbit was mesmerizing

and that im grateful 

“how do you describe your past 3 times journey around the sun, huh?”

perfect, i might say. everything falls into place and it’s just right as it is.

and the unexpected blessings recognize your silhouette and call you by name…

i drove along the coast at sunset, passed through evergreen and i collected silhouettes of valleys; my shadows followed as i smile knowing how much im blessed and that im actually living my answered prayers. so much things to be grateful for yet sometimes we took it for granted. 

and one day, you realize it was never about the big things. it was the little things that matter all along. little moments that feel like magic, it’s always been about those small moments that make you smile. it’s always that one small kindness that touches your heart and fills it with joy. it’s about the hugs you want to hold for a little longer, the hand-holdings you want to hold a little tighter. it’s about moments of peace and genuine smile you had with strangers you met at a random restaurant. it’s about having a moment of stillness with yourself when you are being alone in your room brushing your hair. it never was about the big things.

you’ve come this far only to worry about the things that happened and a little word a stranger said about you? think again. nothing matters, it never was. 

all the things in between the blue and the pink; the tangled thoughts; the perfume you kept wearing to remind you of your loved ones; your favorite summer dress; your blanket that keep you warm at night; that’s all that matter, small thing that’s genuine and bring so much joy. 

how do i explain how grateful i am to be in this moment, soaking up in so much joy and warm hugs from the people who love me and get me. 

im out of words to let the world know that im beyond grateful of the things that pass me by so gently; weekend approaches, stopping by to let you know time passes, day goes, night comes, and that everything unfolds just perfectly fine and just right. 

moon gazing; to let the night know how quiet and peaceful its presence is. 

star gazing; to let the breeze gently answer our whispered prayers.

slow breeze, stillness, and iced coffee; and the unexpected blessings which come effortlessly calling you by name. it smells like salt, like mischief, like the kind of trouble you whisper about long after it’s gone.

it’s in all the little moments

i can peel my own orange, but i know you would peel it for me without me having to ask. it’s nice to feel well taken care of without asking; life got sweet and even sweeter. and im forever grateful for that.

with eyes closed, i let the the midnight feeling takes over the thoughts, waking up with stardust on my cheeks and a whole constellations on my eyelids. there’s something magical about midnight stillness; it opens doors of deeper thoughts and reflections. the night always understands.

and when the sky turns pretty in colors; that’s when you know the world is a much bigger place of joy. 

i read somewhere to let july be july, let august be august, you can still find peace and grow in the wild just like daisies, peonies, and roses.

June 30. Love.

“did you drink enough water today?”

i took my morning coffee today just like the usual. iced coffee. bitter. no sugar (life is too sweet already).

july; soft and sweet.

poetry is untranslatable like the whole of art; it’s abstract sometimes yet still beautiful.

van gogh’s Starry Night

monet’s Water Lilies (French: Nymphéas [nɛ̃.fe.a])

da vinci’s Mona Lisa

michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam

and if you ask me what my favorite work of art is

i would say “books”

paulo coelho’s the Alchemist

first day of july

we are all a little weird, living a life that is a little weird too. someday you could find yourself stumble upon words stranger wrote about you who didn’t even know a bit about who you are nor who you were yet you crumbled and the world feels like fixated towards you and only you. you might feel the world revolve around you; one thing we might forget, it doesnt, it never does; nothing really matters. 

perhaps this is what it means to be alive.

it’s july, the night may feel endless and yet the moon finds us each night; it always welcomes me with open arms and holds both of my hands so tightly as it wont let me go. (all thanks to you)

my nights always feel warm as warm as the sunbeams on the ocean water in summertime. a calm soothing voice whispers “everything’s gonna be okay” (all thanks to you). 

suddenly the world feels warm, no burden, and so does my heart; it took long but i could finally say “im at peace”; it says so much with so little; a stillness within the heart regardless the storm of whats happening outside. a moment when the heart isn’t racing, the mind isnt chasing, just being.

daisies, pink tulips, red roses, white lilies, fresh peonies; a whole garden you plant just for me. as for july, for the warmth of the sunlight in the garden, for the moon that always finds its way home. i sit among the flowers under the moonlight; the sky above looks so clear in blue with the moon hanging so bright like a lamp, i wrote a long letter to the moon about flowers and about you as well. you are that one of a kind who know how much i love writing about everything nonsense; silly thoughts, random feelings. 

alchemist;

books, perfumes, golds, and miracles

l’été à la mer

dans le souffle des cieux

Les vagues écrivent

et l’été me tient

d’une main apaisée