I have surrendered myself to this time,
the best of all and the rest; I feel moved.
what lies ahead of us is as wonderful as
the graceful glow of fireflies;
majestic as the Himalayas;
as surreal as one of those narratives
decorated by Haruki Murakami;
a heartful canvas
set by the bright yellow morning lights.
is this a reality?
words are mere arbitrations
I took refuge with.
they fall short in expressing the non-binaries
emotions we safeguard for ourselves.