Things You Don’t (Really) Need

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I want to buy a new pair of double tip marker and spend a lot on a rounded corner craft cutter.
I want to have a Wacom to trace all my handwriting because I’m tired of using a mouse.
I want to get a Pantone book so I don’t need to argue with my fabric Vendor anymore.
I want to eat at an all-you-can-eat meat buffet and take 2 scoops of Italian gelato.
I want to walk in a flower pattern shoes and grab a handful of sample sale shirts in my favorite clothing store.
I want to take return tickets to Taipei and have all the street food and milk tea in a night market.

I want many things.
Things that I don’t really need.
But feeling content doesn’t involve new things.
Feeling enough doesn’t need many things.
And today, among other days, I think I don’t need any more than I already have.

Red Dimmed Light

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The red dimmed light in a small room full of people.
Still with hundreds of flashing light and some screams.
It might be different than the arena.
But I guess you’ll never tell us.
On the very reason why.

With the strumming sound and faster beat.
This is where you will sail off for more years to come.
At least we know, there’s more to come.
There will be more reasons to wait.
There will be more reasons to believe.
Let’s live this for forever more.

Pause and Repeat

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I think I’ve lost count to how many nights I’ve been spending in this hospital. Yet, here I am again, lying down on a thin blanket on the floor. Awake, waiting for the day to change. I’m not fond of the hospital room, but weirdly enough it’s been a second home for these past months. I don’t know whether it’s a cry for help or another sentimental night. My eyes got tired and I think I’ve broken my body with not enough sleep and lack of nutrition. I gulp down vitamins to keep me awake, but my mind was slowly broken.

Will we ever recover from this? Will we ever survive this?

I don’t know how to contain fear in a small jar and wrap it into the glittering world of happiness. I don’t know how to stay sane in the world of small thoughts and conspiracies. Yet, we continue breathing in and out on this entire space of beams and fast lane. Taking all odds, catching favors, grabbing lights and stars, living the farthest our eyes can reach.

This has been a good rest. After all, we are always better than we think we are. Let’s hit play and survive this.