have a sip of tea - life at first tick

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.

life at first tick.

it is enough,

enough to be chosen, was the phrase it heard so oft,

enough for people to look up to,

enough were the words it heard so much,

yet it forgot what it was fighting to be enough for,

what battle it had fought.

love takes myriad forms, just like the term "enough",

in Disney's wonderland,

the happiest place on earth,

with magic and all the fluff.

but tales concealed of slaps and teardrops, of aching and of longing,

did it suffice to be forever undefined, left in the open air?

"people say by thirty, sort your life, every bit,

and you should have all your shits together,"

yet they never tell of other woes,

the predicament they omit,

but little do they prepare you for it.

because a koala only knew to serve,

serve its ex-fiancé,

serve its ex-partners,

serve its family, serve its friends,

as the koala served, ex-fiancé and more,

until all the serving couldn't prepare it anymore.

witnessing some making up stories for the people it served even,

until all the serving couldn't prepare it to serve itself.

it was one step away from the aisle,

one step,

one step from the aisle, one to be a wife,

one to have a family, one step to be a mom,

one step to be a housewife,

one step to have its hope come true,

one to shape its life.

just...,

one step.

what a beauty,

for someone to treat it right,

what a smile,

watching it brighten up the room.

together against the world,

what a sight to see,

traveling to catch flights but not feeling, whistle the wind.

someone treating it right,

bringing joy and glee.

a koala, with its gray fur and serene demeanor,

lounges in eucalyptus trees,

embodying the tranquility of the wilderness.

as its friends witness it get ready for movie night out of its wilderness,

the eucalyptus tree,

a koala in eucalyptus, serene and true.

but beyond the wilderness,

it readies for a night,

preparing for a movie,

out of its quiet flight.

sending gifts to friends,

while it gets ready to meet up,

to see its crush,

in the stomach, a butterfly dances, recalling the tender thrill of first love,

like high school sweethearts sharing a timeless standstill.

frozen in the stillness of eternity's grasp.

it falls, head first, knee and body afterward,

some said right people, wrong time,

but little do they predict the future,

when the time was right,

& the person was right.

but,

but,

but,

is two better than one?

how can someone fall for two at the same time after it brushes itself up already?

the heart wants what it wants, they said.

the koala took flight,

ready to see the world again,

it looks up every store for some cupcakes,

cupcakes and Korean BBQ,

it seeks with delight,

armor ready, with tickets in hand, ready for the night.

each gift holds a story, a tale in its fold,

each bought gifts of their own, a wallet,

to keep the heart strong,

to weather the cold.

so small, but holds so much meaning,

leather so strong to keep it sturdy,

initial so delicate to tell a tale,

with each strokes.

to keep the heart strong,

to keep the koala together,

late-night teases, of crawfish and more,

late night, movies watching,

late night, helping it choose its suitors, thinking the other crushing on someone else.

little did it know when it was making a decision to be together with its cupcake,

dropping any potential suitors,

the cupcake was also questioning, "is two better than one?"

choosing together, closing other doors.

but love's a mystery, a tale yet to unfold,

is two better than one? a story often told.

what is love, if it hurts to reach what's sought?

is love selfish, or a lesson we're taught?

suitors come forth,

each with their own charm,

a cone suitor wanted to try,

a spam wanting to make it look good to win,

a blanket to take its chance,

a lobster wanting to see it as well,

each suitors shining with their own talents.

but the koala sees beyond,

to its truest form.

love demands sacrifice,

to bid farewell with ace,

to chase after what's wanted,

to stand in its place.

but the koala didn't see what its friends see,

the koala might give them a few talks, a few memes, a few laughters,

but never truly, fully lays all its cards down,

because the koala in its eye only felt for the cupcake.

to love is to bury it all to wish them well when it has made its decision,

so is love selfish still?

to love is to give up on what you thought it was,

to love is to be a better person?

maybe it is better to put aside its ego to fight for what it wanted instead.

winter passed, summer soared, spring anew,

and, it wasn't chosen,

left behind, and starting the tale of "am I not enough? is it true?"

"as each bird took flight, one welcomed a new baby, while witnessed its marriage, sharing all its joy online."

wishing it well.

"catch flights, not feelings," the leaves always whistling,

yet each flight leaves pieces,

love's fragments in the sky.

so is it the timing wrong, or the person not right?

so when will its flight land?

love's sweet as honey,

yet it waits in the night.

is it still waiting?

in the whistles of tales old and grand,

it waits steadfast, as if by command.

through epochs passing,

time's gentle flow,

legend whistles softly, "still it waits, though."

beneath the stars, in the hush of night,

echoes linger, caught in twilight's light.

a timeless vigil, steadfast and true,

in the heart of legends, it waits for you.

what is it waiting for?

as each flight it took,

it left something behind,

fragments of pieces of its heart scattered,

across every country it landed,

fragments of bubbles intertwined.

so is it...

is it the right person, wrong time?

or right time, wrong person?

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