i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

this is one of them.

but i can try paint its shades,

and recall its many faces,

like

the soft white lights on a christmas tree,

the sound of the soup coming to boil,

the explosive laughter of family,

the smell of the candle burning well.

or

fragmented pieces of the memory,

of your face, your smile, your hands and your lips

and you, and you, and you, and you

making everything complete despite imperfection.

i am constantly savoring

moments

such as walking down a windy winter street,

and feeling the warmth of the scarf wrapped around my neck

or getting ready for bed, in anticipation of another wonderful day tomorrow

the happy echoes of a recent past that fill a house when the door is shut

in the knowledge that i am one step closer to being better, and one step away from a me i am ashamed of being, yet proud to embrace as part of the struggle.

i am empowered, i am blessed.

the leap between what is said and what is felt is where words cannot take you.

but

幸福的溫度，

是足以融化心裡

那固執的雪地，

勸勸埋藏已久，

命名期待的花朵，

慢慢的，滿滿的

綻放。

and there,

they are blooming.