Chaos & Calm

Dear, My December.. Everything between us happens in a blink of an eye, too fast and too soon. Everything about us is like a dream, too fictitious to be true. Blink means losing you, And waking up means leaving you, I never knew which one is better than those two, However,  Knowing you were once there, in my sight, in my dream, will be the most cherished yet instant moments in my life. Dear, My December.. All the bags are packed, Your airplane is awaiting, The season will be changed, And I hope so my feeling, My December.. We clearly know that our memories will stay still. And, you'll be remained unchanged to my will.  - December, 2022.

  I wish I had met you sooner.. That sentence could be heart-wrenching for some of us, but some may feel the sparkles inside them.  But, for her —  it's too much, too soon, too fast...it was all of that and then some, indeed, she couldn't bring herself to slow it down. - December, 2022.