After Moon

Picking up the crumbs
Taking off the laurels
Pulling all the remaining leaves
I wish my mind would just let me sleep

There are days that surprise
And the nights we despise
Tossing and turning
Hoping from ashes we rise



I equate dandelions with wishes.
It’s an old saying.
The way I believe in 11:11’s, wishing stars or fallen lashes.
And if I have all these magic to make things work, I will gather them tightly today.

I rarely hold on to something but last August was kind of amazing.
And how I wish, this year, I can say the same thing.


Vast World

Maybe the present requires us to appreciate the city lights, sunsets, sunrise, and coffee separately.
Maybe despite the vastness of this Universe, a portion of US will be kept.
Somewhere, someday we will realise there’s so much hope for you&me.
We will look at each other and know we’re just effin meant to be.




Rare are the moments when I have to ask
Or seek for care
Rare are the times when I want to soak on the grief
And check who cares

But today isn’t my day
Today, I wish someone will choose to stay
Today, I wish someone will take away the pain
Someone who will remind me that this isn’t my life

This is just a bad day.



Delayed Immaturity

Hey, it’s telltale Monday.

Received work email as early as 5am.
Got seven inquiries from the owner of the company.
Arrived with questions here and there.
But here I am writing my nothings.

And have already spent 48minutes checking old posts of Tirso Cruz.
Not Tito Third.
Not the star.
My very own Tirso Cruz with a splash of Vietnamese coffee.

Today, let me be Nora.