As I record my thoughts down, new memories resurface.
The dusty-green leaves of the lemon tree—
swayed gracefully beside the tranquil pond,
where the fish wandered in liberty.
Moss had begun to propagate around the curves of the pond. Intermittently, koi and guppies-
the size of a human pinkie—
would leap into the air briefly
before plunging back into the water,
disrupting its placid surface.
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 9:07 AM UTC
Home was a shade of blue-
often camouflaged with the sky at eventide.
Surrounded by the long trees and vines thick of bloom;
sunlight filters through the leaves–
swaying gracefully along with the wind.
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 9:05 AM UTC
The Physics of Love
Mass is not proportional to volume.
A girl as small as a violet.
A girl who moves like a flower petal
pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then,
like Newton’s apple,
I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her,
with a thump.
With a thump.
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.
It was my first love
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC