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.

ever running up the hill and back again,

like a forest on a train track—

leading to evermore

pebbles on the road,

guide lost souls to unknown paths,

no return in sight.

mistakes cloak the stones,

leading astray, unseen fate,

as smoke fill the air

lost in the wandering shadows.

missteps happen and ensued.

gunpowder sparked the dawn of change,

its power unmatched, a wide exchange,

from fire's birth to victory's kin,

a path of might, it became a win-win spin.

following the footsteps of the American dream,

picket fences, nine yards, 2.5 children’s gleam,

an old tale spun, a life to chase,

in every heart, this dream it trace.

romanticizing what could, would, and should have happen.

across the borders gunpowder roam,

from virtual to real life, it come home,

to meet dear friends in distant lands,

where digital virus meet clasping hands.

too afraid to open the gate but dealing with what it could.

a choice was made,

a path was trod,

with friends beneath,

it walked abroad.

was it right or was it wrong?

a haunting question, ever strong.

when mother's love seemed but a distant light, so forlorn,

a unicorn surprise emerged from the night.

decision made,

the train track's path was wrecked,

a car truck's sheen, a choice, a nightmare.

finding unicorns in the seven seas while engaged to champagne,

in the echoes of wolf howls, a yearning for love,

yet mother's warmth felt distant,

high above.

with no true friends to call its own,

too afraid of what would happen,

a shadowed mirror,

reflecting a dimmed soul that struggles to see its own worth

beneath layers of self-doubt,

like a heavy stone,

weighted on its heart and shoulder, like a boulder.

in the depths of despair, it dared the unthinkable,

seeking solace where shadows mingle.

driving through the night,

with heartache in tow,

an old job,

a weary soul's silent woe.

going around a luminous sanctuary, where the air shimmers with the allure of precious gems and metals,

each piece a delicate artifact of timeless beauty.

the soft glow of strategically placed lights dances across the surfaces of diamonds, rubies, and sapphires,

casting prismatic reflections that capture the eye and ignite the imagination.

velvet-lined cases cradle exquisite treasures,

each telling a story of love, elegance, and unspoken promises.

it's a place where the material world meets the realm of dreams,

inviting patrons to lose themselves in the enchanting blend of artistry and opulence.

seeking diamonds behind closed doors.

within the polished shine store,

the champagne typewriter's tears fell,

a crystalline sign.

on bended knee, the question spun,

but chaos followed, feelings overrun.

heart and mind in silent strife,

truth unspoken, the cost of life.

as gunpowder's kin, it couldn't forego.

down on one knee, the question posed,

a sh*t show followed, feelings juxtaposed.

heart and head, a tangled game,

too afraid to speak the truth's name.

breaking vows and promises,

it made in shadow's glow,

the city that used to be expressionless and cold

the city, once stoic, void of warmth's embrace,

in May's rain, found solace, a gentleness.

as it smiled, the heavens wept in kind,

a fragrant dance, the rain's scent entwined.

it whispers, a scent so sweet,

awakening senses, with each drop's beat.

in the city's heart, a newfound glow,

may's rain, a symphony, to and fro...

sweet memory during snow,

seeing the sunset,

tying its hair up in evermore.

in the golden glow of sunrise's light,

watching each daybreak, a wondrous sight.

the ocean's song, waves rise and fall,

as well as tide,

as gunpowder slumbers,

answering night's call.

win-win's grandma,

with brown's tender love,

covers them up, a familiar.

beneath the sky's canvas, colors blend,

the whistling breeze of the sea,

a timeless trend.

in twilight's realm,

where dreams take flight,

gunpowder sleeps, cradled in the night.

losing old friends, respect fades away,

hurting hearts you never meant to sway.

life deals a hand, decisions must be made,

but lies and betrayal cast a long shade.

hard choices come,

we play foolish games,

hurt loved ones,

endure lingering pains.

survival pushes us to new horizons,

but using others leads to losing icons.

authenticity transcends our follies,

finding a true home amidst life's volleys.

it takes work, hope, and earnest endeavor,

to make a final home, a refuge forever.

from house to house, like a leaf in the breeze,

tossed by fate, uncertain seas.

from foster home to your own home,

almost engaged, then breaking free,

running up hills, a forest's plea.

heartbreak's echo, a painful sound,

losing friends, respect unbound.

hurt inflicted, unintended pain,

dealing with the hand, life's refrain.

but truth remains, among the lies,

hard decisions, where honesty vies.

in life's game, we often play,

yet sometimes, the price we pay.

we hurt those close, the ones we love,

yet through the pain, we rise above.

surviving storms, forging through,

losing some, gaining anew.

using people, a reckless game,

authenticity, the higher aim.

seeking home, a place to stay,

where love resides, come what may.

in the silence of twilight, a bat takes flight, embodying resolve in its swift movements. yet within its shadowy dance lies a paradoxical truth, echoing the words:

"if you steal from one page, it's plagiarism; but if you steal from many pages, it's research."

thus, in the midst of this enigma,

it embark on a journey of self-discovery, relinquishing the familiar to embrace the unknown.

for in the tender surrender of loss,

love blooms anew,

whispering promises of liberation and renewal within the tangled vines of the heart.

in Apple City's embrace, gunpowder finds,

the home it seeks, where love binds.

for Win-win's choice, in hearts entwined,

a place to stay, forever kind.

sending a baseball bat, a symbol of resolve,

for its was boing-boing clowns friend after-all.

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