(bought these at the market for my sunny windowsill. i'll water it every day and one day, i'll...)

Been a few days since I wrote. I dunno how to rationalise all that's happened, simply too breathtaking and surreal. I know life still goes on on earth just like how it spins around its axis. And everyone around me will just do their own daily thing, like in the Emergency department. And so will I. But I won't look at the sky in the same way as I did before, as I knew the inner reality is now within me. I'll remember your promise.

I have a poem for you today.

i feel like a little princess in pink
i feel like a colourful little bird with sparkly eyes
i feel like i'm precious, and loved
i feel like singing melodies on the streets
i feel like attempting to decipher
and to explore the aching beauty in this world
and to keep my love and... innocence.

i hope i don't feel like it just this moment
i hope it'll last forever

yours,
betty