Two Stars: A Cosmic Connection

Music would play, and as memories of my mother surfaced, my father would close his eyes. It was like he could see her there, in the space between the notes. His face would soften, almost smiling, and he'd drift. There was something about the music—how it wasn’t just sound, but a place, a home,
a gentle tide pulling him beyond this world. It wasn’t about what happened, not really.
It was about how it felt. It was the same feeling when you hugged me.

It was like holding a firefly in your hands—
you can’t keep it, but you remember the glow. ✨

Two Stars, One Epic Meet-Up

Perhaps it wasn’t about mushy love or fluttering butterflies,
but more like finding a missing piece of my heart,
like looking at someone and thinking,
Ah, there you are!
It’s like two stars bumping into each other
in the vast, endless sky—
a connection so strong,
it feels like we were already friends before we met.
Maybe you’re not the love I imagined,
but a long-lost friend found in the most unexpected way. 🌷

In time, we’ll meet again,
whether in this life or the next.
The universe already hit the “send” button on our paths,
like two stars bound to crash into each other,
and when we do,
we’ll create something amazing, something new. 🌟

Happy Valentine’s Day! If love is in the air, I must be breathing something else. 🍖🔥😂

Morning Negotiations
Held a board meeting with my heart, muscles, lungs, joints, and legs. I demanded an hour-long walk, but my brain insisted on an all-you-can-eat snack buffet in return. Deal done before WiFi even realized it had been left behind.

Who needs exercise when the brain is just here for the snacks?

Ice cream thoughts: Just here for the ice cream, not the adulting.
The sun is melting like expensive butter, the sea’s vibing like it’s the weekend, and for once, humans aren't glued to their screens.

Dogs swagger, kids squeal, and joggers pretend their knees don’t hurt. Some walk alone like main characters, others wander solo, trying to remember where they left their phone, some wander like poets lost in thought, and some walk shirtless, flexing so hard even the Roman gods take notes.

Some cycle like they’re escaping a Zoom meeting that never ends, others sit in the sand, slowly becoming one with their snacks, and others lie down, avoiding drama like it’s a family reunion. Then, of course, there are those clutching their partners like they’re the last two people alive in a rom-com.

I’m over here trying to write a mystery, but apparently my giggles are the plot twist.

7:00 PM, when the evening dropped the script and wrote its own plot twist.
As the BBQ sizzles and the air dances with smoky flavor, two guys are serenading the air with a love song, all while chugging beer. I hummed along, softly, to keep my liver from becoming their next victim. 🍺🎶😂

Awkwardly Ever After

Making Awkward Look Good
Life’s finest moments: when the sky kisses the earth goodbye, deep conversations, and the sweet horror of waving back, only to realize it wasn’t meant for me—or like walking into a room, realizing I forgot my pants, and then laughing instead of panicking. 🤭

I’ll tell my grandkids this tragic tale, like The Tortoise and The Hare—but far worse. Embracing the awkward, unnoticed vibe, I’ll laugh at how beautifully imperfect it all was. Now that’s how you turn an ordinary day into a bittersweet tale wrapped in charm.

Lunch break epiphany: Zen in a Sandwich 🍞💡😆
As I shove a sandwich into my mouth, eyes glued to my laptop, I start thinking—there’s a charm that doesn’t need to break a sweat to get noticed. Like someone walks in, and the lights dim just to give them space. Some fight for the spotlight like it’s the last seat on a crowded subway; you, however, are the subway, the seat, and the entire station.

A Day in the Life of an Expert Procrastinator

Morning: 😎 Woke up like a pancake.

Evening: Look back, realize I’ve done nothing, but hey, at least no one can say I didn’t try.

Tomorrow: I’ll walk, not for exercise, but to remind my bones they’re still on the team.

Overall: I like my days like I like my snacks: unexpected and like a surprise party every time.
 

Tempus fugit, sed ego moror.
(Time flies, but I delay.)

Why Is This Still in My Head?

Laundry: A Psychological Thriller

There are things in life I can’t outrun: death, taxes… and the presence of the laundry that dares to stare back at me. Thirty minutes of my life gone, and pure hatred fueled them. 😡😂


Lost Stories
Hearing the fire snap and pop in the background, I can’t help but wonder: will your manuscripts stir the same nostalgia your journal once did? Maybe I’ll see you soon… but then again, not all stories get a sequel, do they?

Just Hanging, Just Digging

11 o'clock at night

House was empty—everyone ran off for fun, even our housekeeper. So it was just my adoptive dad and me hanging back. It was just us, and I ended up tagging along.

With him, time went by fast. Not big on feelings, but my passion for digging into facts and maps is all thanks to him, no question about it. His curiosity knows no bounds—he could research and observe endlessly, with 24 hours barely scratching the surface.

Can’t write more, I’m figuring out why this German show is so funny! 🍿📺🔪😂