Time

It was just past noon, 12:03 p.m. to be exact, that time of the day when shadows hide beneath one’s feet and everything appears stark, distinguished only by color, lacking depth.

Going back on the record / of my life since 2019, / examining the transcripts and / videos, I imagine / tracing my silhouette, to see / where I end and the rest / of the world begins.

Instead of burying 2022 in the past, let the lessons you learned live on to empower you in 2023. Your previous challenges equip you for your current endeavors.

I wonder where the time went / I peruse old photo books, flip through pages / Falling in love while falling out of love / Watching elevator doors go blurry.

Maybe I was at ease, or maybe I was exhausted, but my mind reclined into a relaxed state. Through the exhaustion, tears, and anger, I had somehow found peace.

Still, the journey to joy is riddled with obstacles and illusions. Happiness is subjective to time, identity and experience. Though my current perception of happiness will surely change in the future, I know there will forever remain sources I cannot outgrow.

Despite my initial apprehension, spending a summer alone in Berkeley was the best thing that could have happened to me.

He had internalized the Campanile’s striking by now, his heartbeat had synchronized with it.

The ever-winding road of life only allows a couple passengers to stick with you along the way.