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Literary: Our Hearts will be in Tune





A letter to my future lover:

Dear lover,

I always wondered what you would be like.

Would you be passionate and headstrong about your dreams? Or would you be laid-back and let life take you wherever it wants you to be?

Would you be the type to laugh silently at my silly antics, or would you join me as we create beautiful chaos together? Would you sit with me in silence when I don't feel like talking, or would you lift up my spirits right away and push me back on track? Would you be a calm tide that washes away my problems, or a strong storm that helps me brave through the sorrows of life?

What are your likes and dislikes? Do you like dancing? When we meet, would you be a good dancer who would guide me as we slow dance in the dim light of the streetlamps? Or would you have two left feet, like me, but still choose to dance together in the middle of a mall just because we’re feeling it? Oh, and what music do you listen to? Would we have the same tastes, are you more of a Frank Sinatra or a Billy Joel? Or a Taylor Swift and a little Bon Iver? Would we bop our heads to the rhythm of a song we both know by heart? Or would you introduce me to new melodies I’ve never heard, and never knew I’d love?

I wonder, would we have the same passion towards art? If we were to have a date per se, in an art museum. Would you examine every brush stroke and streak of color there is, appreciate the harmony of bleached swirls of blue next to the mellow waves of mauve, and scrutinize the meaning of art in a canvas that was once blank? Or would you admire each piece as it is, and move to the next one? Forgive me if I have a lot of questions, you must know by now that art is one of my favorite topics.

However sad it can get at times, realizing that I haven’t met you yet, it's always nice to wonder about how you could be—and how we could be.

I know that despite how far apart and unfamiliar we may seem to each other now, one day, you’re going to wiggle your way effortlessly into my life as if you had been there all along. You, who’d make me willingly sleep early, even if the last chapter of my book is interesting. You, who’d make me want to wake up early, because I want to have my morning coffee with you. You, who’d get me excited over the most trivial things. You, who’d make me believe that loving could be so easy.

With all the love that I know I’ll feel for you, I want to cherish and celebrate you with everything I can muster as well. I want to love you through my sleepless nights, my lazy afternoons and my groggy mornings. I want to love you through my little victory dances and my huge celebratory parties.

With me, I assure you that you won’t have to wake up alone because I’ll always be there, sleeping longer than you do. I assure you that you won't have to stay up in the middle of the night wondering if you’re loved, because I will make you feel loved. I assure you that I’ll be there through your sleepless nights, lazy afternoons and groggy mornings, and I will join you in your little victory dances and huge celebratory parties. And I assure you that even when you lose your greatest attractions, I will still admire you for the masterpiece that you are.

You already hold a place in my heart no one could ever dare to dream about.

And I want you to know that you’ve already made your way to me before I’ve even met you.

So hold on just a little longer, my lover—I am on my way.

P.S. I have a very wide range of taste in music, so I’m sure I’d like anything you’d make me listen to.

Literary: Letters to the Moon




Crescens

To my moon,

I thank all the entities above to have found you. You who contain the entire sky in your eyes, whose orbs that shine as brightly as every particle of stardust take me on an adventure beyond each planet and star. I orbit and get lost in your eyes that burn with passion whenever you tell me about those distant worlds you aim to set foot on.

Blue moons aren’t rare with you, not with the hundreds that we’ve seen together. We’ve seen each phase wax and wane, but with each crescent, gibbous, and quarter, I am slowly filled by your light. And the world begins to become even more colorful and brighter now that I proclaim this to the vast sea of stars, and the heavens up above.

As time goes on while we watch the empyrean sky under the cold blanket of the night, our memories in each season burn bright in my heart. So, as I write this letter under the waxing crescent that reminds me of your smile, I start to realize that the moon really is breathtaking, even more than the galaxy it belongs to. And I fall more in love with it with each passing night.

Plenilunium

To my moon,

There has always been this unexplainable feeling of warmth whenever I look at that mirror ball in the valleys of the night sky. The slight chill from the crisp air disappears when I feel your hand in mine—accompanying me as I converse with the Earth’s one and only satellite each night. On nights covered by the clouds or eclipsed by the sun, you’ve always assured me that the moon is there waiting—and I hope you will too, my moon.

You shine brighter than the full moon, and I bask in the light that has made its way into my heart. Like evening primroses whose flowers blossom in the night, I bloom inexplicably with you by my side.

The moon is full and whole tonight like the love that I have had for you throughout all these years. This full moon signals the start of a new chapter in our lives, of new experiences and adventures. It guides our paths, from star to constellation, towards a new galaxy that we have yet to discover together.

The night is long and dark yet all I see is you illuminating everything around you. They say the stars hold the answers to the mysteries to the universe, yet somehow, I learn that the answer is in holding you close. You like pointing to the stars in the sky, tracing each burst of light, reaching out to share the shimmer of constellations. But to tell you the truth, more than the twinkling starlight, I love the glow of the soft moonlight.

Decrescens

To the moon,

I think it’s rare that we find someone with eyes as bright as stars; eyes that shine with adventurousness that take me beyond the stars and the galaxy. The same eyes that have a burning passion for distant worlds; the ones I always seemed to get lost within its great black sea.

You used to shine the brightest when no one else was around, but now your eyes are full of obscurity lost within itself.

We used to watch a galaxy full of stars ever so slightly burning under its cold blanket. As time went on, we shifted our views to a valley of dying stars and a never ending sea of darkness. One by one, they slowly lose their brightness—like the memories left behind by the wake of our time together; they had slowly lost their meaning to burn bright within our hearts.

It’s unfortunate how things have turned out. The stars we once looked up to have now crumbled to our feet. How the colorful world we once knew was slowly washed away by a great wave of darkness. The love we shared had died out like a fire drowning in an ocean of unfortunate endings—dying out like the waning crescent.

Novilunium

To the moon,

A new moon is in bloom— and it’s been a while since I’ve caught sight of its ever-changing glimmer. I’ve spent each day avoiding the subtle light it gives in hopes of getting rid of every trace you left on it. The sky looks empty as the chilly breeze of the night sky embraced me. With it I let go of how warm your hand feels as it grazes mine, how you twirled me to a new galaxy that's somewhere only we knew, and how you left me there alone as soon as I started playing with the stars. With it I let go of everything I knew and move on, because I am sure you have, moon.

After the eclipse of the moon of our dying love, the moon shone once again and brought new light into my heart. A new moon bound for change within our minds to find new meaning as we trace back our paths, from star to constellation, towards better versions of ourselves.

So maybe as I jot down my thoughts under the new moon that subtly whispers the end of a chapter in our lives, you keep our memories, experiences, and adventures close to your heart and learn diligently from them.

The night only seems to be getting longer, as I get deeper into our memories. What was once a beautiful galaxy now all that’s left is the glow of the soft moonlight and these love letters. And I realize now that maybe I do prefer the twinkling starlight.

Literary: The Familiar Stranger

 


hey stranger,

have we met before?

for your eyes twinkle
a gentle shine i adore

your smile so bright,
a gentle light to my darkest lores

and your voice so heavenly,
a gentle call i can’t ignore

i want to hold your hand,
to not let go anymore

would your hand feel the same
as theirs did before?

a familiar feeling
that once led my heart to war

though now there’s nothing left
but a lovely battle scar

a great love that's been lost
no longer makes my heart sore

yet i find my thoughts drifting
back to them once more

from seeing you, stranger,
someone i thought i knew before—

wait, stranger
don’t leave, stranger

stay a while longer,

and we can talk some more
‘til our stories get worn

i can't say i know you well,
but we’ll be up ‘til dawn

learning each other’s folklores and myths
until all is said and done

you’ll say something i won't catch,
i’ll sit and stare as you ramble on

i’ll look into your eyes,
to your soul, i’d feel drawn

and just like that,
i’d feel all my worries have gone

forgive me for my daydream—
a while has passed, i’m sure

since i last saw a stranger

who shared the same soul

as the one whom i wished
had stayed for evermore

after all the dances,
their two left feet i so adored

after watching the starry skies—
even then, they shone more

being with them sent me to heaven,
the greatest blessing i could ask for

but they had to let go

and we turned into strangers,
nothing left of our adventures

so it makes me wonder

will this end up
like how it did before?

or will this be different?
is this worth fighting for?

they gave me a warmth
that made my heart leap and soar

while you give me a warmth
that comforts, embraces

a warmth i know is pure

and now i am sure of
the hope that's grown

from meeting you, stranger,

a familiar figure
who feels like home

i promise you stranger,
if you drift away like the one before

i will keep searching for you

from dusk ‘til dawn
from spring ‘til fall

and one day i hope

i find my way back

to the familiar figure
who feels like home

but do tell me this, stranger,

for i fear the unknown:

why does my heart ache and long

for things i have never known?
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