The tastebuds felt the smooth seed, searching for tiny remnants of sweet lychee.
I sat on the footseps in my garden, moist lips on cold breeze.
There is a silver curve on the outside. And behind this shine, I lived in the silence
of sunset. I want to hold them on my fingertips, let them bounce in joy,
like beads of pearl. The moment prolonged. In the dew, I saw the orange ball, sink into the sea.
There was an urge,
at my core to belong to that moment; an urge to
connect in the core of all my dreams.
I made my wish.