have a sip of tea

have a pot of tea.

imagine sipping from a warm pot of tea.

when you take that first sip,

what type of tea did you imagine drinking?

is it light?

bitter?

sweet?

was the flavor,

a delicate blend of chamomile and honey?

soothing your senses with its gentle sweetness?

'cause in a world transformed by a pandemic,

a pot of tea became a sanctuary.

its warmth embraced us,

a refuge from realities.

throughout the pandemic,

our lives transformed in unpredictable ways.

in that tranquil moment,

dreams are woven into reality.

dreams intertwined with reality,

a tapestry woven with hope and hardship.

so did you dream a dream?

'cause we did.

ever wonder how one pandemic has changed all of us.

for the better or not,

it depend.

across digital landscapes,

crossing oceans.

we found solace in newfound friendships from corners of the world we'd never have explored otherwise.

new friendships blossomed,

transcending borders,

defying oceans.

oceans were crossed,

not just in miles but in experiences shared.

we navigated this uncharted territory,

how was yours like?

ours was wild.

our shared journey wild and untamed.

some said sometimes it takes ten years to get that one year that changes your life,

ours did.

let me tell you our story for CreateTogether.

and you can decide on what you think.

comparison, the thief of joy,

negativity, the foe of creativity,

daily we consume the poison,

yet the town of people is like a beautiful flower,

it blooms, withers, and pollinates,

in bloom and decay.

with an ink pen and manuscript in hand,

we rewrite our own town of the people,

the water, our blue planet is but a path,

a journey to see this world through a telescope, the fray.

in the galaxy of blinking stars,

we're but tiny, fine dust of combustion in the wind,

through the tunnels,

we live to seek the light

reliving the skin, longing for the locked,

we're chagrined.

bad thought doesn't exist,

only the action of the town of the people, whispered through the twinkling, night sky,

hedge maze, it was just a hedge maze,

where paths interlock,

scrippling the names on the manuscript,

I... II ...III ...IX ...X ...XI ...XII...,

recalling, recalling...

like a ticking clock.

who's afraid of this little old town?

the nightshadow whispered back,

hair tugged, screams in the dark night, "LISTEN! YOU ARE MINE ALONE!" with might,

crossing ocean, carrying a miniunicorn fetus,

but standing next to you within your sight,

a complete stranger now.

who's afraid of this little old town?

slap, slap, slap, slap while carrying,

lips cut, bleedin, worrying of miscarrying,

its own fresh and blood,

what a freight train of nightmares it was,

the night's whistled, "please let this nightmare of town to stop."

stop

the unicorn's whispered back, "please, please,"

tick, tock, tick, tock,

as all it was heard was the clock keeping its company,

with the clock's constant drone,

never shown what was the unicorn alone,

never understanding the meaning of the heart,

cause all the unicorn was shown from the pistol was...

SLAP,

echoes through the walls,

ringing in the ear,

relearning to be normal,

yet never fully shown,

but what is normal anyway?

a fatal fantasy,

in nights spent alone.

on stormy nights,

recalling the days, on the cold, hard concrete floors it lay,

tick, tock, tick, tock, in the dark, it sway,

heat and charge, in a maze it stay.

in  the echo of slaps,

a soul takes flight,

you can be the heat,

you can be the charge,

but back to the hedge maze again,

in the depths of the night,

cause who is afraid of this old town,

its grip so tight?

slap

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