Written by Marielle Iarathelle A. Trinidad

It was 2019, the fourth of March-

Met you way home, on an island named magic,

Skies filled with popping and napping stars,

Where we can leave the monsters alive.

Held hands, entering the maze in the mirror,

It felt like an eternity, 20 centimeters beside you.

You were the salvation in the desert,

The crown behind the horns in my head.

You complete me- the blue to my orangeade.

Maybe we were cats, spending each life together,

Or dogs, bound with invisible red strings?

I really don’t know, maybe we’re each other’s wish?

If there’s something I’m sure, we’ll stay eternally,

We’ve just started the dream chapter-

We’ll remain dreaming till the magic hour returns.

May there be new rules, angels or devils,

We’ll always be together every tomorrow,

And I’ll always choose to run away with you.