If my life was a poetry and every chapter of the days deserved a song, if my journey was a poet’s notebook and the rest of the story was empty, how would I wanted the ending to be?

I would want a privilege to write my own ending full of whimsical doodles and possible glitters. I would not want a plain hand-written story because it’s boring. I would want ribbons, buttons, colored crayons and I would want it to be like a scrapbook of a twelve years old kid.

Another year has gone by, a beautiful one. Was it a chapter of a story or a paragraph of a poem or a line of a song? All I knew is it was written beautifully and passionately.

I closed my eyes and let the memories came to life through the back of my mind. I let the kisses reliving, the dreams recalling, the pain remembering, the hugs rewarming, the smiles reappearing.

I let my life replaying for a second.

Because it only happened in a blink of an eye.

I snorted to the funny facts when I woke up in the first day of this year under influence of some homemade cocktail. My head was spinning around and I remembered I loved dancing around. I did dance a lot this year and I enjoyed every seconds of it.

I danced and I screamed to the top of my lungs to the songs I loved. I loved bravely and passionately and I said yes to the thing I never thought I would. I was saying yes to a proposal from the most incredible man on earth. I took a chance.

I gave encouragement, I received compliments, I gave love, I earned trusts and I sadly lost a friend. I cried a little, and held back some pain and trying to let go at the end. And I moved on.

It happened in a blink of an eye.

It is the earth moving in a circle, hundred of times.

It is the milky way choreographed by the universe, the unknown, the god, the ruler.

And for it is only a blink of an eye, it would be one hell of wonderful sight when I opened my eyes.

Happy new year, folks!

Be crazy tonight, because tomorrow is another year! Get ready for a sore throat, excessive drinking, bestfriend sleepover, blurred photographs, overload laundry, and lots and lots and lots of love!

Cheers,

May, been as busy as bee.