For Adelena – thank you for wandering around Tianjin with me.

I remember the cold air on my cheeks–

Daylight was dying; we needed to eat.

Street lamps flickered on, the road basked in its warm orange glow.

‘Are we there yet?’ I asked, munching on sweets.

‘Just a little bit more, we turn left on that street.’

We paused on the side of the road, your face lit by the pale white light from your phone.

You looked up from the tiny map, pointing at the tower of bricks–

‘That’s where we should be.’

And so we wandered in, mouths open in silent ‘O’s.

Swept away by the chandeliers and carpeted corridors.

Our footsteps echoed on wooden steps,

As we headed down into a brightly lit hole.

A blast from the past in this enchanting little place,

Nuggets of history were what we faced.

A journey through this not-so little place,

Taught us many secrets adorned with lace.

Later that evening we left,

Inspired, enchanted, oh the look on your face!

We stepped out into the cold once more, facing a river dancing with lights.

We knew we’d be back for more.

Adventures abound, but we must wait.

Our next voyage will be for another day.


Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

It’s in the wind.

The wind is changing.

Tides are turning, washing it ashore.

It’s hidden in plain sight, tangled in tendrils of light.

You see it in the corner of your eye, wisps that fade in and out of view.

It’s making its way through the land, running through that girl’s long hair.

You can feel it in the darkness, like a soft orb of light.

You can’t see it, but it’s surely there.

It’s within reach, if you stretch out far enough.

Grab it, cradle it in the cup your palms form.

It’ll slip through the cracks between your fingers, oh yes, if you’re not careful.

Falling to the ground, leaving a faint ink of where it once was.

So be sure to keep it, embrace it.

Carefully fold it under the layers of your skin, tuck it between the crevices of your heart.

And it’ll be here to stay.

Save Me

There once lived a girl in a tower.

She didn’t have long hair like the stories had said.

Oh, no. She liked it just above her waist, adorned with a single flower.

Her life was dull and mundane, filled with mindless routines.

Day in and day out, adventure never came by.

She never left the tower in search of it,

For she was locked away in a tower of her own.

A tower in her mind.

There was no one around to tell her it was OK to leave.

That the witch was long dead, burnt at the stake.

And so she waited, the witch in her head telling her to stay.

Be a good girl, follow the routine.

Stupid girl, you can always leave.

Save me, she would cry out to the wind.

Save yourself, the wind would scream.

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