i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

=)

seems like so long ago.

when i was still in single digit age.

when we went swimming..

and played save the princess from the hot tub.

and i was the bossy big kid.

lording over all you minions.

and i'd say the most obnoxious things

and the parents would laugh.

haha, damn its been so long.

and im glad both of you didn't hesitate

to say hi again.

everything about you reminds me of what could have been.

what never was.

what won't ever be.

but somehow there are no regrets.

and i love the me that's come out of all this.

what is it like to have no place to belong

to have homes split 4 way.

its been too long.

is it hypocritical to have an overwhelming sense of joy

when i step into the airport in Singapore.

to feel like i'm finally home.

and then feel the exact same rush of happiness in Hong Kong.

to have a heart that yearns always for the dirt roads in Suzhou,

the laughter that echoes in the empty pool.

and a love for everything that makes Toronto.

it takes 5 years to make it home.

only 5 years.

what is it like

to walk the same streets at 18, and 8.

to pass down a house i used to live in, before i turned 5.

to notice a store that isn't there anymore, that you ate in at age 7.

my fragments.

they are incomplete.

but at least they're mine.

and my memories are not one stretch,

but a mosiac of different colors, of different shards of glass.

and i do love the way it looks,

and it feels just right.

just right.