Shedding.

My bags are filled with bills

handed over to me by

restaurants and shopping malls and

parking lots,

in one corner, I have stacked

some polaroids,

of friends I love,

and the ones I barely talk to,

there are paper napkins with my

lipstick stains and poems,

the other corners are full of unused pens

and coins,

I keep wondering how my bags contain

memories

of the times I'd like to forget, and

the ones I'd like to collect

like the things in my bags,

but time has come close

for me to discard what I've held

so close to my heart,

they've no place in my life,

like these bills and paper napkins.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfSVFtv7-90

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The shape.

I've changed the shape of

my heart

far too many times to fit it

in your palms

like how black coffee

twirls and whirls

in cups and mugs

of different shapes and textures,

each time with a new form,

each time with a new aroma,

and yet

remains

strong.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erywPdFfORE

Time.

Time ebbs and flows in strange ways

with you around,

it rushes,

it quietens,

it pushes and hushes,

tugs and shushes,

time ebbs and flows in strange ways,

and with you around,

it hastens and flashes,

like a stream drifting without a

course.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvsChJvE86M