Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t, an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves, only the things I didn’t do crackle after the blazing dies.

Each day with Oppa is a blessing.❤❤
Each year with Oppa is worth more than gold.❤❤❤❤
Time moves on. Seasons change. ❤⏳
Sometimes it's hot, sometimes it's not ❤❤❤☀️❄
The wind blows hard and then there's calm.
All around us is instability, chaos. ❤❤❤❤
Yet, always, i have a feeling in my heart
That only gets stronger through the time ❤❤❤❤❤
It's my love for Oppa ❤❤❤❤

Each day with Oppa is a blessing.❤❤
Each year with Oppa is worth more than gold.❤❤❤❤
Time moves on. Seasons change. ❤⏳
Sometimes it's hot, sometimes it's not ❤❤❤☀️❄
The wind blows hard and then there's calm.
All around us is instability, chaos. ❤❤❤❤
Yet, always, i have a feeling in my heart
That only gets stronger through the time ❤❤❤❤❤
It's my love for Oppa ❤❤❤❤