ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs

to all the missions completed together

moon bin is the hook of a hello thrown in passing, a friendship fished out from unfamiliar territory that you can't help but wonder if this is fate through and through. he's the definition of cat naps under the sun, warm and safe; of steady breaths that you can count in an effort to sync alongside. when you tilt your head just a little bit - it's as if he radiates a shimmering rose quartz that even the strawberry moon would envy; a phenomenon that you can catch at any time if only you looked hard enough. don't be shy, i'd say. he's not the type to hide that gem of a smile from anyone. they say falling in love is reserved for the romantics, so would it be wise to say that our friendship is flying in love instead? wherever he goes, i go, and while his roots have been tenderly watered and he has grown from a little sprout with big dreams into a big tree living them, he'll always be the one who had me from the moment he said hello.

to all the constellations tattoed on skin

larger than life, he is jupiter’s force in human form. how easy would it be to say that impulse rides in the currents of his electricity? the kind that stings at your fingertips with every touch that you can’t help but grow addicted to its energy. he's the ambition and confidence that is unfathomable by my grey-city-life sensibilities, goals colored so boldly in neon oranges and yellows that it blinds the black that threatens to surround and destroy. laughter rings whole and deep in his chest, like church bells that hit at every hour and echoes across the village as a reminder that time is short, so live every moment as loudly as you possibly can. he's here. he's here and he’ll never die so long as i remember that the constellation on his skin sparked mine back to life; that he is a part of me now – stubbornly taking his place on top of the throne of my heart.

to all the children bearing musical notes

imitation is the best form of flattery, and that is why his name will live on in generations after him. he's the beginning sound in scales: the ‘do’ that starts a melody and the ‘do’ that loops back around and finishes with a sturdy note. he is the green of trees and grass, the kind that brings you back from the clouds to realize that having your feet placed firmly on earth’s soil is just as lovely. his advice holds pillars for my frame, pulling me out of corners and pushing me back out into the world with a lighter chest and an organized mindset. he's the namesake of my son, and i can only hope that one day – my son will grow up to be just as ultimate as his namesake has been for me.

to all the witches i have come to love

and then there's hwang eunbi, the force behind the mystics. they say the light from the night sky comes from dead stars, but she is very much alive and oh, was she ever burning with the fires of passion that could melt hearts in an instant. it's her brazen determination and strong confidence that paints her beauty, her aura blasting in fireworks of reds and royal purples that you almost forget the soft delicacy of her hidden mint greens. orion calls out to andromeda more often than i have realized, and perhaps it's because she's my teacher. 'we're all particles of the universe, we're connected to everything,' she once told me, and those words have kept me grounded ever since. the light from the night sky may come from dead stars, but help anyone who stood in the way of her ever so lively shine.

to all the cool cats down under

Candy canes macaroon tiramisu ice cream sweet roll marshmallow carrot cake bonbon. Jelly-o powder caramels soufflé bonbon pudding cake. Pudding croissant chocolate cake brownie. Carrot cake sugar plum chocolate bar. Sweet dessert marshmallow jelly-o jelly-o marshmallow powder. Dragée oat cake donut ice cream.

to all the crazy little red hearts

to all the kingdoms brought together

to all the bears with soft bellies

to all the strength in bridges unwavering

you know, second chances are stronger than secrets. secrets you can let go, but a second chance? you don't let it ever pass you by. kim jiwon is the pink bridge that stands firm and mighty over raging waters, engaging in the chaos and taking it all in like the fighter she is. there's a warm glow of popiscle colored sunsets that lingers in her laugh kissed eyes, the kind you need when you're just a little ways from home yet you find yourself stopping to admire. breathe for a moment, live clear for a moment. her heartstrings wrap decisively around mine, binding tighter and tighter until it suffocates any hint of doubt that my chapters will end with her walking away from me. we'll always meet at the crossroads, burying 'heartmates' into the dirt as we overlook new horizons together. she is my positive journey to infinity.

to all the pens that write ever so steadily

to all the big hearts worn on big sleeves

to all the art drawn with care

to all the promises that'll never fade

to all the demons slayed with courage