The Epitome of Art

it always feels like january.

it always feels like january.

two different world, i left my comfort zone, you asked why i keep forming an uncertain form of self deprecation.

but then i started to forget all the insecurities i have in me, when you tried to bloom the flower that perishes within me.

i seek for new beginning this year,
and you came all the way from the place i never expected to be.

i thought january will just be a beginning for a year, it also happened to be the new beginning of my new journey.

i used to admire the white and purity of winter, you described how does it feels like to hold them in your palm.

i wish it always feels like january, so i will look back to reminisce how fascinating that moment we spend together.