you're my waffle on an ice cream
cone. my crust on an apple pie. my icing on a
cheesecake. my cherry on a cocktail.
my cream to cookies.

my everyday. my right now. my music
my vision, my dream, my reality. my happy,
my crazy, my wild and my subtle.

my tomorrow.

you're my classic. my evergreen.
my eternal. my classy. my Disney, my animated,
romantic, my comic. my musical. my song and
dance. my love story.

you’re my prime time. My midnight craving.

my breakfast. my dessert. my snack. my m&m.

my milky. my chocolate. my sprinkles. my candle.

my cake.

you’re my gif wrap. my ribbon. my secret. my real.

my quench. my satisfaction. my pleasure. my soothe.

my tempt. my celebration. my beer. my pizza. my high.

my rush.

my lucky penny. my four-leaf clover.

my found dollar bill. my wish. my want. my desperation.

my shine. my moonlight. my fantasy. my obsession.

You’re mine.

The thought dyed my mind just like the soy sauce on the wall, the result of the bottle I dropped. It’s rubbish to be regretful or remorseful or even rampant. We all, at odd times, become a squat and stump on life. But the real HumptyDumpty has a fall when he/she does not sweep the crumbs of cry and move on.

Let cruelty be cruel and brutality be brutal. It is the ultraviolet of our day. We don’t stop going out, we just screen it away.

I went into it too; this dip of depression. But I was fortunate to have my sand dollar with me. I was swayed into settlement with my sorrows. They were mere words. But influential words caked with courage, and console and love. After that tears were pretending to fall but held no worth and a trickle of smile cornered my lip.

It’s all because of that shining star. Because that is how I get my light.

So whenever it happens. When we become agitated. Dismal. Alone. All we need to do is reassure ourselves that there is someone out there. That it all will pass and we must hold on for just a little bit more.

And that’s what makes it all worth it.