Words I thought of during a full moon

Back home

I was so quick to wear my heart on my sleeve to the point that I overlooked discernment.

Haven’t I learned that it took me a decade to build genuine ones?

I was so distracted by the glittery dress that I forgot how basic necessities are keeping me sane.

It is always good to share a table with another

but let me come back home and dine with my kin.

Longest nights

Here is something from one writer to another.

a good cry

a remnant from the longest night

Spectators would not know

for they did not read your initial draft

or see your “messy” handwriting

which is alright to me.

Onlookers would not stare for too long

for they have already seen you in your gleam

but I would because a piece requires familiarity

with an aching part of the heart.

Here is a note from the writer

to a few people–her reader and passersby.

The process and the fight are without pretty faces

for it may involve weeping and pleading.

There is always a heartbroken state before a masterpiece.

One would not understand comfort

if she didn’t endure the longest night.

Prose #3:

The things we say goodbye to are the things that might return to us in the future in a different packaging and in an unlikely phase.

That has helped me let go of things easily; however, when it comes to people,

it is still a scary feat.

Prose #4:

The December festivities thrill me ultimately for their message of Hope; however, it can also be the loneliest time for some especially we are constantly being surrounded by snaps of togetherness and glimmers of meal times. Never forget our inability to ignore emotions.

A hug and a phone call may already be the first thing that would bring them home.