again, and again, and againtoday you’re a stranger but we used to be like bookendsit’s again and again and againwhen i pass our worn out roadI’ll remember when

Spring came in full festive force. The flowers smile at the revitalized trees. Cherry blossoms in bloom soak in the laughter of gleeful passersby. When spring comes, we all become friends.

early morning, but not too early for the mother to get ready for another 9-5. for her husband, made visible by his graveyard shift. sleepless, is their daughter scrolling on her phone past midnight.

Chinese New Year has come and gone again. Maybe it was because we made dumplings from scratch again this year, or because the New Year Gala really got to me, or because it was the first year I handed out red envelopes; but something about this Lunar New Year has left me in the mood to reminisce.

When I was younger I would look up towards my mom And whine “I wish I were older” I had wished I were older So I could be free Not have to ask permission for the simplest of things

If I wrote this just 2 hours ago, who knows what I would’ve written. // And the day starts as it ended: Woke up with a stone in my stomach

and the world keeps spinning without you // head in my lap, yogurt cups, miyazaki movies in 360p // isn’t it strange / how heartbreak still chases you two years later / like some kind of sickening hunger // waiting like a dog at the train station / at the foot of your bed...

The common understanding of time: a loop containing a linear movement with a beginning and an end. We are pushed to keep going, one after another after another.

Cross the hallway to find me Braid my hair as if it is made of gold Pile my plate despite my protests Accompany me wherever I go