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.