Lesson I’m Learning at the Moment, on Parenting

Allowances, to give or not to give, and, do we, allow our young to spend whatever it is we “paid” them regularly on what THEY wanted to own or not, that is, the QUESTION here!  How this parents, let go, and allowed her own son, to learn to manage his own, finances, of course, it’s only, in the smaller amounts of, allowances, acceptable to children…translated…

It’s Truly, Quite Difficult, to Pass the Knowledge of Financial Planning to the Children, Using the Reasoning to Convince Them that They Can Take in……….

Last year on Father’s Day, the kids received a frog piggy bank from the church.  We’d started handing them the coins to feed to their, froggy banks.  After several months, the kids loved hearing the coins, clinking against each other inside their froggy banks, and yet, I’d found, with displease, that from time to time, the kids would have less money than before in the froggy banks—as the kids took the money out to get them the snacks or the toys.
“How come your froggy banks are getting lighter and lighter?”

illustration from UDN.com

“Why did you guys take the money out again?”  “Don’t buy the candies, the toys, it’s too wasteful, do you not know that!”

Once the above emotion and order took me over, I’d found, that I’d become, more and more unwilling to give them their, allowances.  And yet, as I’d thumbed across the financial advice that parents can instill in children, and how the allowances can be used as a form of show of trust in our young, I’d become, willing again, to give them their, weekly allowances, I got reminded of my original belief of why I’d started, giving them the allowances—I wanted the kids to learn to manage their own money, and how to use their own allowances, that was why I’d, started, giving them the allowances.  Turns out, the key here is NOT in directing them on how they’re to use what we give to them, but how to train the kids to take responsibilities for their own actions, including teaching them which items they’re spending on, are good for them to have, which ones, aren’t, along with having the self-controls, to resist the temptations of snacks, and of the sweet drinks too.

As parents, trusting our young is something that doesn’t come easily, but we need to master this.  Especially when they entered school, what did they purchase?  What did they buy for foods?  The parents can’t have any control over, we need to clearly, pass the values of financial intelligence to our young, and we must use the reasonings that the kids can’t find the objections to, this is, truly, quite, difficult.  While I, am still, currently, on this, path to learn the ways.

One day, my eldest told me that he’d hoped he could carry some of his allowances on him, so he could have it to use as he wanted to.  Although I’d worried he might spend it all, but I’d, kept my lips shut.  Another time, he saw an item at the super convenience store with his favorite Pikachu on it, a coin wallet that’s close to a hundred and fifty dollars, without a second thought, he’d taken one up, stood in line; although I’d wanted to stop him, but I’d still, selected to, keep my, silence in the time, being.

PIGGY for the SLAUGHTER! Photo from online

A month later, I’d found, that every day my eldest would carry his coin purse.  He’d placed some money into his banks, and place some in his wallet; he’d not worked as I suspected that he would, spent up all his allowances, nor did he blow all his allowances away on the drinks, the snacks either, instead, when he’d wanted to spend his money, he’d, let me know first.

I’m glad, that I’d, bitten my tongue from before.  Had I begun in putting an end to his spending his allowances in time, not trusted him, or stopped giving him his allowances, I’m sure, I would’ve never seen the maturity he now showed, from his own, financial planning means, and I would’ve gotten stuck in that vicious cycle of that self-fulfilling prophecy of “I KNEW you would’ve blown al your cash away!”, and, I’m certain, that that would cause this huge tall wall, to get STUCK between us that can’t, get torn down again.

And so, this is on trusting ourselves, to KNOW, that we’d, raised our own young right, after all, if you’d, instilled these values of spending your money carefully every day or regularly in your actions (not just your words), your kids, I’m sure, would’ve had the financial senses, to KNOW how to save up the allowances you gave to them, besides, you’d given THEM their allowances, so it’s THEIRS to do whatever they will with it, and if you don’t let go, if you’d breathed down their necks, watched them underneath that MICROSCOPE, checked their backpacks for things that they purchased at school, etc., etc., etc., then, that would DEFEAT the WHOLE purposes of your handing them their, allowances in the first place, and so, this mother did right, by BITING her own TONGUE, when she saw her son first, squandered away the allowances, because he then, learned the values of the need to save up for what he wanted, by trial and error.

Spoiled the Men Rotten

Why we should NOT do EVERYTHING for the M-E-N we’re, MARRIED, to, because that spoiled them all, rotten, because they will all, become, overly, reliant on us, because they will, SUCK all of us DRY, because we allow them to!  Translated…

On the weekend holidays, I’d gone back to the midstrip of the island for a reunion, afterwards, my good friend gave me a lift home, on the way, she’s suddenly started up, “originally, my uncle had asked me to go to Northern Vietnam with him for eight days!”, I’d asked her, “then why aren’t you going?”, she’d skillfully worked the steering wheel, answered me, “because I’m worried that my husband would have to eat eight days’ worth of instant noodles straight, I can’t let him do that!”

I’d baldly told her that there was a way to resolve this, prepare eight different flavors of instant noodles for him, a different flavor a day, and, as he’d finished his last bowl, his wife would be, home, maybe, her husband would think that this was interesting, but, unfortunately, she’d not, taken, my advice.

and here’s the RESULT, of waiting on them hand and foot, the BIRTHS of ENORMOUS, BABIES, that can’t stand up on their own! Photo from online

For a very long time, my good friend who’s quite gentle, mild-mannered, took good care of her in-laws, when her father-in-law was in the hospital for his stay, she’d brought him the foods, fed them to him, assisted him in bathing, changing in and out of his clothes, solely because her husband worked, and she’d not wanted to burden him with the care of his own father, because camping out at the hospital was way too gruesome for him.  Although, she’d owned and operated a small manufacturing plant for the facial masks, she’d still made the meals for her families, she believed that it was within her responsibilities to do so.

And now, her in-laws are gone, the kids had all grown, she was no longer required to care for the young and the old in her families, but, because of her husband’s not being able to get the foods, it’d, kept her tied up at home, unable to travel away for a long period of time.

I’d told her in a, serious manner, “I’d read an article, that the wife in the article was too able-bodied, after she married, she’d given to her families completely, and even when she’d returned back to her own parents, she’d only stayed for the lunch, then, rushed back to her husband’s household, because she believed, that without her, her children and her husband couldn’t look after themselves.  Later, she’d died after falling ill, her good friend thought about her worries, and paid her husband and her children a visit; but, the house was, just as tidy as she’d left it, the kids were, fed nutritiously every meal, there was, also, a brand new, car in the garage, while her husband, was spirited, as he’d, welcomed her into their home.”

As she’d heard me, she’d started, laughing, actually, this wasn’t a joke at all, what’s untold that came afterwards, was that in a version, the husband hired a maid, in another, he’d remarried a younger, beautiful wife to take care of the house for him, it’s just, that the younger new wife, did NOT have to work her hands to the bones.

Women really need to love themselves well, and stop calling your husbands, “head of the house”, because if you do, then, you will always and forever get STUCK in being, their, MAIDS!”

My good friend told me, “but, my husband called me, “the master”, then, I’d said to her, “so, your husband is the eunuch character that stays and serve the empress dowager, and, the eunuch in these tales only need to keep the empress dowagers happy, there’s NO cases of the shows that’s portrayed the eunuchs for having to do the chores?”, after that, we’d both, burst out in laughter in the car.  “Then, what do you call your, husband?”, she’d inquired, of course I’d called him, “honey!”, because, my dear honey will always, cherish and love his own, wife, and fought over the household chores, wouldn’t feel right, if his dearly beloved wife, need to do the chores!

And so, this is, the case of two different women, and how they’d viewed serving the husbands differently, one, the friend is used to being, the MOMMY, the HOUSEHOLD MAID for her husband, due to socialization, the other, takes it easy from time to time, she’d done her share of the chores, but, leaving the rest to her husband to manage, after all, a marriage is a partnership, and if one of you does too much, then the other doesn’t need to do that much, and, if this unbalanced relationship keeps on going, the scale will one day, tilt and tip over, then, boom!  Heading for the BIG D…would be the end of that, unhappily ever, after.

So, STOP spoiling your men, don’t do ALL the chores around the house, and wait on them, hand and, feet!  After all, all those stupid men had already been, SPOILED ROTTEN by their mamas, and, if you, as their wives, keeps on, spoiling them rotten, then, you’d only be, slaving yourselves, and for what?  NOTHING!

Letting Go, So You Learn to Handle Yourself

How these parents, realized, that they were, about to, begin, reminding their children WHAT they needed to do, but then, decided to, let their children, TAKE responsibilities for themselves, in doing WHAT they needed to get, done, translated…

As I’d found the opportunity on the weekends, to go out with my wife to the café for some afternoon tea, my son texted me, “enjoy it, do be happy!”, as we’d read, we started, smiling at one another.  Certainly, it’d been, long, since we’d gone out on a date for two, since we had children, we’d been, traveling as a whole, unit.

As I sipped the aromatic coffee, my wife said, thoughtfully, “I think, the kids had, entered into, the next stage of their, lives, do you feel it too?”, as she’d mentioned it, I’d, certainly, had, noted it, our relations aren’t as close-knit anymore as back when they were in the elementary, years.  They’re in middle, and high school now, no longer, tagged along behind us, and that also meant, they’d wanted, more freedom from us, and they’d not wanted us to, glue our eyes, to everything they’re, doing.

illlustration from UDN.com

The next day, my children’s mid-terms were coming up, we were still, a bit, worried, leaving them at home on their own, will they, really, do their, reviews, or, will they, start, slacking, when we’re, not, watching them?  But, thinking on it closely, they are already, teens who can, handle themselves now, and, if they can’t take responsibilities for their own, schoolwork, then we’d, wasted our times in, accompanying them, all this, way.

Awhile ago, as I drove, I’d, told my son, that there’s, that lack of, ambition when it came to, the scholastic.  My wife, close by, chimed in, “yeah!  You need to, give it, all you, got!”, and, don’t know why, as I’d heard the wordings, it’d, made me want to, chuckle, because, wasn’t it us, who’d told, that some things, the kids had to, experience on their own, for the things to, leave a, deep enough, impression in their, lives?

With this awareness, I’d, stopped, nagging, and lecturing my children on how to handle their, studies.  Because I’d come to understand, that as parents, we can, only, give them, the, reminders, and, if we reminded them too much, we’d become, annoying to them, and our words wouldn’t have, the effects that they’d needed.

So, toward the mid-terms coming up in school the following day, before my wife and I headed out, we’d only, reminded them lightly of it, to remember to study, as for how they will set up the time for their studies, if they took our words to mind, it’s up to them, to choose.

And, I turned back, to rethink my wife’s words, “the kids seemed to have, entered into, another stage in their, lives”, it’d become, more, meaningful to me, and our means of disciplining them, also, need the, upgrades too.  We no longer, watched them like hawks, to satisfy our own senses of, security, we needed to constantly, learn to, release that hand that held tightly to the, reins, to let them, learn to, ride out their own, lives now.

Think of it, if the kids into their, adulthood years, we still, “zoomed in” on them, how annoy, how, upsetting it would, be.  We’d slowly, loosened our, grips, so they will learn, how to, handle themselves, instead of, being the, carriage drivers for them for their, whole, lives, so they are, only, passengers, on their rides of their, lives.

So, this is, letting go, when you’d, stopped, nagging your children, to do what you know they needed to do, and, this takes awareness on the parents’ parts, because, sometimes, we’d been parents for the term of, more than ten years, it’d become, this, “occupational hazard” that we got into the habits of, nagging our children, on what they needed to get done, and with us, breathing down their, necks, they will, NEVER learn to, take responsibilities for themselves, because, mommy and daddy’ll help me remember what I need to get done, and that’s, no good!

A Photograph

The hatred from her husband’s betrayal of, finally, resolved, after she’d, died, and everything became, ashes and, smokes…translated…

As I was sorting through my aunt’s belongings after she’d passed, in the drawers, I’d found a yellowed photograph, that was a wedding picture.  My cousin was too surprised to see it, she’d patted the picture nostalgically, then, started, telling me the tale.

That was the very final photo that was taken of my uncle, when he’d died twenty years ago, there were the letters, and diaries in Japanese in his belongings.  My aunt had someone translated the things, and that was when she’d realized, that these were, love letters, from that unknown woman, to my uncle.

After finding out that someone she loved had had an affair, and is already dead, where do you, direct your, anger towards?  My aunt missed him so, loved him, yet, she’d, hated him too.  And she didn’t know how to get all the mixture of the good and bad feelings out, she could only take her anger out on the things he’d left behind to her.

the moment we will, finally, let go, of the betrayals in our, lives…when we are, about to get our coffins, NAILED S-H-U-T! Photo from online

That final photograph of him, my cousin thought long and hard, about what she was to do with it, in the end, she’d decided, to place the picture inside my aunt’s coffin, to have the photo cremated with her, body.

I think, in my aunt’s mind, there’s still love that’s remained in her, for my, uncle?

Seeing the smokes, rising out of the chimney of the crematorium, all of the earthly entanglements of love, betrayal, hate, they don’t seem to matter, anymore…

And so, this is on how deeply someone’s betrayal of his spouse had, impacted the person whom he’d, cheated on, as long as their children too, and there’s nothing we can do about it, these individuals are both, DEAD, and we can’t get JUSTICE for the wrongdoings that’s happened to us, and we can only, let it all, go, watching that smoke rise, as ashes turned to, ashes, dust into, dust…

Let Her Fly Solo

The first step to, letting go, as your children grow up…translated…

My daughter told, that she wanted to visit her friend in Europe in a few days, I’d not caught what she said to me, so I’d asked again, what was that?

She’d told me she has two friends who were foreign exchange students in England and the Netherlands, they’d invited her to Europe to travel, she’d wanted to use her spring break, and a few days of skipping the lectures to go, to get two weeks of traveling in, to visit around in Europe.  I’d started mumbling to myself: so sudden, didn’t even book the airfare, the hotels beforehand, without any plans, how is this good for, traveling?

But, immediately, I’d, switched my thoughts, the key to how good a trip is, is in the companions of traveling, with the right people, then, the trip would be, memorable for sure, and seeing how her friends were already waiting for her there, there’s no need to match their individual schedules with one another, this is a rare opportunity, just let her go, to have some fun, no big deal if she misses a few lectures, besides, which college students hadn’t, skipped a class or two from time to time?

illustration from UDN.com

It took her, less than two weeks, from confirming her traveling schedules, to setting out, and, I was worried for her, purchasing the tickets so close to her departure day, and yet, I can, only, search online, and, as I’d checked, I’d found, that the costs were, quite uneven, the one-way airfare ranged anywhere from $500 U.S to $800 U.S., and, she bought the lowest price that she’d ever seen, which broke my belief of “closer to the date of departure, the pricier the tickets”.

Although, I’d, encouraged my daughter on this solo trip to Europe but, after all, she is, a young woman, without the experiences of traveling alone abroad (so many days she was without her traveling companions), a single woman in a strange land, is it, safe?  If something were to come up, what would happen to her?  Will she be able to, handle it herself?  I’m supportive of her out to see the world, but at the same time, I’d, worried about her safety, and can only, construct myself psychologically, again, and again, reminding myself to, let go, that way, she would, have the, opportunities to grow on her own.

Due to the jet lag, we’d rarely found the right time for her to call me up when she’d toured Europe, after a few days, we finally, caught one another, and she’d, stuttered to me, “that first day to the Netherlands, someone pickpocketed my wallet.  What I worried about the most, had, happened!

She’d told me, as she’d found her wallet gone, she’d immediately called up the bank, and the bank stopped the card, and the lost identification cards, the national health insurance, the driver’s license, she’ll have to reapply after her return back home; what she’d felt worst over was the cash she’d, lost, had she known she wasn’t able to keep the cash with her, she should’ve, bought more souvenirs she liked, unlike now, she’d, lost the money, and the opportunities to purchase some, souvenirs.  She’d told, that thankfully, she’d, split up the cash she’d brought from before, and stashed them separately, and it’d, helped, reduced the losses.  Everything she could do, she needed to do, she’d, already done, I need not worry.  And, my husband and I suggested that she head to the local police station to report her wallet being stolen, just in case.  She’d, brought a slip of what the local police recorded down, an alternative sort of, souvenir, I suppose.

On her way back, she’d transferred in Seattle.  Because the flight was delayed for an hour and a half, she only had fifty minutes to catch her flight, and yet, there was, this, long, winding line standing to be security-checked before her, and, she didn’t know when it will be, her turn, and, as I’d heard, I’d told my husband straight away, that she’s not coming home tonight.

And yet, at the final moment, she’d called me up, told me, she’d, just boarded the plane.

We picked her up at the airport, and I’d curiously inquired, “how did you get on so fast?”  she’d told me, that she used her thick-skin, and explained to those before her in line, that her flight is about to take off in twenty minutes, if she could, cut in line?  And, it’d, resolved her problem of, not catching the flight on time.

She’d come back home, and gleefully, shared with her what she saw on the trip, seeing how animated she was, I’m glad, that I gave her a shove as she was, hesitant about it, to give her the opportunity to see Europe in its, beauty, and I’m even happier, to see how she’d, solved the many problems that surfaced during this trip, how she’d, made it on her, own.

Thankfully, I’d, allowed her to, fly solo, for me to realize, to see, to understand, to know, that she’s no longer that child I needed to watch over all the time.

And so this is a learning experience for both the parents and the child, allowing her daughter to fly solo, this is something huge for any parent, and yet, the mother knew, that her daughter needed to become independent, and in the end, it’d, proven, that her daughter has enough problem solving abilities to make it!

Dove into the Deep, Yet, Quite Serene Arms of the, Oceans

How in the presence of something so vast, so, boundless, can offer that needed healing to us, how being in something so massive, takes the focus of the self away, and we became, immersed in the beauty that, surrounds, us…translated…

Using diver’s lungs to dive, it’s an underwater activity where you would need to carry your own bottle of air, and other devices too, that allow you to dive down, deeper.  I loved diving, because it gives me the chance to leave everything onshore behind temporarily, I only needed to focus on the breathing in and out, moving my legs to swim around, along with, what surrounded me at the moment.

At the end of autumn last year, I’d bid farewell to my best friend forever.  Without much consoles, my diving partners pulled me along, on the distant and far away diving adventures I’d had from before.  Looking at the glows of the light from the bottom of the oceans, the shimmers of the water reflecting on the light, was more than, satisfying.  And, if there were the schools of fishes that pass, or the sea turtles swimming along, it would feel, even more, amazing.  In the bottom of the oceans, I feel, so tiny, so, miniscule, my thoughts, purified too to simplistic.  And, it gave me a depth of understanding, of how enchanting the oceans are, and how we also need to, be respectful toward it.  What was out, of my, expectations, was that I got acquainted with a group of friends who shared the same hobby of deep sea diving as I.  We dived together, then, barbecued, drank, and sang those songs.

alone, with nothing but our own selves, and, nature…photo from online

I’d originally thought, that my sorrows will take me over that I won’t enjoy this trip, and yet, I’d felt, healed, again.  I’m grateful toward the presence of the oceans, using that deep, serene arms to, embrace me.  That vast, blue ocean turned everything to small, and, no matter how huge the storms of emotions I was under, the oceans made it, reduced by a whole, lot.

So, being in the presence of something so, majestic, it takes away the unimportant feelings of the self, and that’s, just it!  How we are, often troubled, by something so tiny, that we needed that wakeup call by putting our selves into something that’s, larger, something boundless, to remind ourselves, that our problems are, nothing, that we should NOT get trapped by, the unimportant, the miniscule matters of our, measly lives.

To Breathe Again, without You…

That was, an impossible “feat” from before, but, lost you, I had, and I must, go on…

To breathe again, without you, it was, like the air got, knocked out of me, repeatedly, after you’d been, taken away from me, and it’d hurt every time I’d, breathed, and I’d felt, so very guilty: why am I here, and you’re, not?

To breathe again, without you, it’d been hard, and some days, I’d wished that I had died too, but, my heart’s still, pumping, a lot of blood inside of this, body of mine.  To breathe again, without you, it was, next to impossible, ‘cuz I got trapped up in the loss of you, my love.

the song by Shania Twain, off of YouTube

To breathe again, without you, I couldn’t, and yet, I can’t, stop myself, from breathing in the air I need inside these, lungs of mine!  To breathe again, without you, I’m still, grieving over you, it’s just, that you’d, “surfaced” back up into my mind, a little less and less than before, so yeah, I’m moving on, one foot at a time, still, marching to the ticks and the tocks of this god damn clock that’s now, taken over my life.

To breathe again, without you, it was hard, but I’m doing it, focusing on every moment I inhale, and exhale, thinking about, nothing else, that, is the only thing I can do, to prevent my self, from getting lost in the loss of you again.

A Ghost that’s, Led Me, Home…

A Ghost that’s, led me, home, no, I’m not, kidding, I’d, followed Casper, and, he got, a little too, “friendly” for my liking there, home…

A ghost that’s, led me, home, never thought, that it would be the way, it, went.  A ghost that’s, led me, home, and now, I’m, falling asleep, in this, cemetery of, dreams that I found me in.

A ghost that’s, led me, home, that is, how it sometimes go, isn’t it?  I mean, we followed this road, not knowing where it might, lead, and surely, we became, scared, as the road continued to wind, twist and turn ahead.

following that road that leads us, home…photo from online

A ghost  that’s, led me, home, that, is how it goes, and I will, keep on, following you, my little ghost, home, and, when I’m finally done with time here, then, we will, finally, become those, ghosts that’s been, led, home, and turn into, ghosts, that lead, others, home too…

Can I Try it Out Myself?

What the mother learned, of her self, of her child’s growing up, willing to take the risk, and the responsibilities for her own, actions, translated…

“May I try it?”, my fourteen-year-old daughter pleaded with me.

I’d stopped the second wave of attacks, held my tongue, based off of my teaching experiences of twenty years, and the thousands of students I’d observed.  At this time, she is telling me what she actually feels, but, am I hearing her loud and clear, trying to change her mind?

My daughter wanted to add two more activities of piano accompaniment in her church youth group activities aside from the regular scheduled I’d set up for her for the cram school sessions and the extra talent classes.  But she’d not played for many years, and she may need the extra time to get to her original level of playing skills, while in her academic, she’s the kind that needed to study step-by-step to see the results of her hard work, she couldn’t even have enough sleep regularly, and, thinking about her health, as her mom, blocking this voluntary activity for her, I’m just in it, besides, I’m sure, that more opportunities like this one will present themselves to her in the future.

“Let me just try it, okay?”, yeah, why can’t I, just allow her to?  Why am I worried that she might not be able to, handle it?  Do I trust her enough?  Didn’t we encourage our own young, “you need to try it first”, she’d not yet begun, and so, how can I possibly, set up the outcomes FOR her then?

Did I respect her decision?  If she was willing to take full responsibility for her own actions, then, what right have I, to ban her from it?  Didn’t I raise an independently thinking, responsible for herself child?  She’s so brave already, in after assessing her situations, she was still willing to take on the challenges, why can’t I support her?  Am I afraid, that other than her being too tired, she might not manage?  And, didn’t we tell, that “defeats are what makes you a little closer to success the next time”?  Why must I, strip her of her chances of trying it, to deprive her of getting what she may need to success?

In the parenting expert’ book, “Is Letting Children be Harder than Having to Discipline Them?”, the reasoning is quite easy to understand, and yet, this wasn’t from the textbooks, but the accumulation of wisdom that came with the years.  Every lesson in parenthood is quite easy to understand, but if we don’t think on it, and introspect ourselves, then, we’d gone, in the, exact opposite directions.

My child was willing to try it, that’s a show of her courage and self-confidence.  Willing to share her thoughts with me, showed that she’d trusted me in our interactions.  Wanted my consent, because she respected my opinions on the matters, so naturally, I’d needed to, support her decisions, to be her, strong backup support system.  Giving her praises for her willing to put in the time, for her sense of responsibility, and, wish that she’d gained something positive from the experiences.

As for me, I should feel grateful for her expressing herself to me, to help me know my own shortcomings as her mother, to mature, as parents, we really, have a, lot to learn still.

And so, this is how this kid teaches her mother, about letting go, it’s the child’s life, she should be allowed to choose what she wanted to do, and, if she thinks she’s up for the challenges, then, why shouldn’t the parents support her on it?

But, most parents here, are with the academic-track mind, zooming in on the grades, the percentile scores of the exams, that they forgot, that they’re not the ones, who will be taking responsibilities for living their own children’s, lives.

Adrift, a Poem

How hard it is, to, leave it all behind, everything that’s, happened, in our lives, too hard to, let go, a poem, translated…

You can Choose Sorrows

Floating Along that River

Get into, the Hard-to-Handle

You Can, Participate in the Secrets of the Sun

That Celebration of Midnight that Goes on

In the City

breaking the hold that the past has on us…photo from online

Naturally, Climbing Upward

Finding that the Buildings All Around You

Grew Taller as You’d Climbed Higher, and Higher

You Entered that Marketplace

Where People Made the Sounds of the Sunlight Loud:

With the Postcards of Barcelona,

The Handcrafted Gadgets with that Foreign Feel to Them

And that Young Lady Who’d Handed You, a Piece of Candy

All the Times Froze, Halted, Right at This, Very, Moment.

Halted at the Moment You’d Heard the Breaths of the Oceans

As You’d Walked Next to the Waves that Rolled in

Pulling out that Pathway Home to You

Wave after Wave after Wave

Time is a Stream, that Carelessly, Got Lost, in the Streams that Flowed Along

You Can, Choose Your Own Path

Be With Your Selves

Severing the Rain and the Fog, Severing the Tribe too

That Held You Tightly, in Its, Embrace

The Days Closest

Stiffened, & Cold Now

You Can, Put it Back Where You’d Found it

Like How that Friend of Yours

The News of His Lifting Off

On that, Rocket

This is on, leaving it all behind, the past, everything that’s, happened to us, but, this is, next to, impossible, because all these moments of our pasts, are what made us, into, who we, currently are, and, there’s just, NO way we can, be rid of that, no matter how hard we try, we can run, but we will, NEVER, EVER, escape from it.