The Kiwi

Hear the knife against the cutting board— dup dup dup, slicing… something.

See the cute fuzz accompanied with a bright, delightful spring green. Why, it’s a kiwi!

Smell the glaze of cool freshness emitted into the air.

Feel the smooth yet structured texture with a hint of dew.

Taste the delicious juice bursting from the surface as your teeth penetrate the surfa—

Whup, what is this? Bitterness lingers on the tongue, unwilling to disperse.

You have deceived me, Kiwi. >:(

AAA Formal

Dresses glimmer and sparkle all ‘round
a certain lovely Air caresses candles
wine glasses pRonounce elegance
today is a faiRytale
but, however beautiful, rosEs have thorns
and the magic will eNd at midnight
What if Cinderella’s glass slipper was lost forever?

Zzzzzzz

It is essential.
It is delightful.
It is elusive.
And when it finally arrives, time elapses so fast that, in a moment, it is all gone.

Sleep.is.good.

Calmed

And when the last soul bids farewell and wanders off to bed, the peaceful atmosphere of early AM hours sinks in with a mellowing effect. I am now at peace and I too will crawl into my warm crib that I have missed so much this week. Tomorrow’s another day. Thanks Anna Lin :)