It's those moments when I see you in bed,
with messy hair and sleepy eyes,
covered in sheets, cosying up in your soft pillows.

It's those mirror selfies,
seeing you so smile so shyly,
goofing off adorably.

It's the random photos of you that you send,
letting me know if you're bored, stressed,
brightening my day up

It's those moments when you just dress up
asking me which looks better,
urging me to dress up too

It's those time that we post couple outfits in IG
Getting creative with our stories
teasing each other with who did better

It's those moments when we FaceTime
while we work
while we cook and
simply when we do random stuff like art.

Are the times and moments I love sharing with you.

The veins of the sprout
stretching out
exploring its own universe
like a small planet
indulging in its own leafy world
as it unveils its inner soul
hidden behind a hundred emerald jackets
it has no vision
just a sense of its own being
and connectivity, to its family
connected to their stalk of life
it feels it has no purpose
yet senses, in some way
it is here for a purpose
then one day
it is cut, from its source of life
then thrown
into a pan of boiling water
screaming at its own end
yet vaguely aware
that it is about to be consumed
and that some of the consumers
don't even like it
and wonders then
at the futility of its existence

and the supercut played in my head
a supercut of only the finest moments
the sunsets that had flamingo pinks
and fierce fire reds

a supercut of
the nights where the sky
seemed to speak to me
with the stars forming
a spiritual connect the dots

a supercut of
the early mornings
where the birds and their
songs reminded me
of a carefully orchestrated
song where the conductor
sways and drifts with the sound
as it fills his ears and the room

a supercut that reminded me
that just because it is over
does not mean it is lost

a supercut that urges me
to go out and collect
more moments
for the next
supercut