Do you know what fireworks evoke? The beauty of breaking. In lighting up only to burst against the dark sky — to scatter, to fade, to bring a smile.

It reminds me that just because some things are not meant to stay, it doesn’t mean it can’t beautiful. The seasons. Day and night. Friends. Childhood. Life.

My hand reaches out to catch a tiny pebble, wishing that heartaches are like fireworks too. That we could watch love fall apart with a heart filled with gratitude. For the chance. The experience. The memories.

Not all black powder is for killing.

Hello, April! It’s the first day of NaPoWriMo (technically it’s April 2 on my side of the Earth but let’s just say I’m following Eastern Standard Time — so April 1 it is 😆).

The first challenge is to write – without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time.

BUT since I’m having a hard time choosing a book and choosing a specific plot, here’s a prose inspired by the most recent light anime I’ve watched titled 7th Time Loop. Michael, a wise scholar, has invented black powder by chance. He wanted this discovery to fulfill its purpose as a weapon of death, but Rishe, the main character, showed him that  it can be a source of joy too. Instead of filling the streets with the blood of innocents, it painted the sky with wonderful colors.