The clock ticks away, days are crossed out, hours timed, minutes counted.

We wait. We wait for things to happen. We wait for miracles. We wait for things to pass by.

And sometimes, we wait for things to be forgotten.

But how much tolerance could you handle waiting?

Was waiting for you, worth the hours passed, the countless turns of the clock?

I guess I’m still waiting for the answer.

She caresses the warmth of the radiant sun,

He embraces the coolness of the solid moon.

They talk of thoughts and musing,

Endlessly until noon arises accompanying the dawn.



A promise raised,

When the seas between them dwindle,

The moon and the sun aren’t so different after all.

A promise waiting.

A young girl walked up to me, her arms aimlessly moving about as her hands try to grasp anything she could feel.

Clumsily, she reached me and sat by my side. With her eyes closed and curiosity in her voice, she asked, "What's the color red?"

*The color red is when you first learned to walk. Remember how you would trip and fall? The hurt, the scraped knees, and the aches you felt? That was the color red.

It is the color you have during your fourth birthday party. When all your friends and family came, and you were so giddy and excited to open your presents.

The color red is when you get mad. How your whole face turns hot, and you feel that your cheeks are about to pop out and you want to scream it all out.

Red is when fear and illness strikes you. Have you ever had a feeling of being helpless, weak, all alone and not knowing what you're supposed to do? It's when the color overpowers us.

It is also when, you find an answer. A solution. And the strength to pursue something you believe in. This is when we overpower the color.

Red is the color of falling in love. The warm feeling of loving someone and being loved back. When you grow up, you'll understand.

The color red overall, is your heart. It is the one that pumps your emotions in and out, letting it circulate through every vessel in your body. So if you ask me again, what the color red is, I would say to you the color red is what keeps me alive.

I need to get from Point A to Point B.



Point B is at your front door,

where I am standing with a tray of homemade of freshly cooked pancakes to start your day right.

I won’t forget the maple syrup.



Point B is at GameStop,

We would wander around the endless aisles as you go through the games you love, hate, or want to play.

And I would hold your hand, and tell you mine.



Point B could be at Starbucks,

I would order coffee. You hate coffee.

You’d let me go on and on about the book I’m reading,

You’d tell me your favorite books.

And maybe I’ll recite some poetry here and there.



Point B could be anywhere,

As long as you’re the one driving.

And I ride shotgun.



Point B is at that Pizzeria place you want me you go to,

I can finally try that pizza you were always telling me about.

We should order dessert, too.



Point B is in your bed,

where I would actually wake up beside you saying “good morning”, and not having to read it from my phone.

We would cuddle.

And exchange playful kisses.



Point B is where I want to go.

It’s where I need to go.

Point B is you.