December 16th:

My heart beat,
like a choir cheerfully
singing in the highest octave.
The bags
under my eyes are
darker than midnight
these days.
I am growing old but at the same time
I feel  somewhere,
somewhat,
young.

December 17th:
Every beat,
every sound,
and every movement
flowed
gracefully together today.
My body and mind have finally merged
to follow one road.