You are half a world away, standing right next to me, speaking silence in a dream, with lissome cherrywood and eyes as bright as sunlights on a stream. I scarcely believed one day I’d love, and to endure vicissitudes and changing seasons, But Love mimics not the falling fruit, from the withered December trees, but blossom from a world of despair and demise, Pleasingly delusional, witchery divine… Yet we now know it all too late… And why is it you are half a world away? With love so warm as dawnlights in that morning sky, burying beneath wintery soil a new spring is grown. I can hear you when you call me from the heart, And you need never search for my hands, But look into my eyes next time, Dear.
It’s been a while since last time I wished to write something for myself. The days are passing by in such a rush and we are again in the embrace of another December. This December is as pleasingly charming as ever with gentle sunlights peeking through my glass windows and a wintersweet gorgeously blooming near my flat to bring me some ease.
Despite all the discomforts and the feelings of unsafe staying in a violent city as Philly, I have been unexpectedly blessed with plenty of growth in my professional life and a beautiful friendship with Veronica. She is a true friend with all the delightful virtues that are rarely found. It disheartens me to see how often the word ‘friend’ is mis-used and abused. A true friendship is of no use just as there is no embrace in great love. Both are too precious for any practicality. And yet, my staying in Philly is counting down and another downhearted farewell seems inevitable….
Well, speaking of some positive news, I did a live performance after the making of my autobiographical solo film. A dance piece less than 5mins. Here’s the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rc2fdwVo1k
Stay warm and cozy, dear readers! 💕