14/10/2025
Bonfire
There’s something about a bonfire that makes me quiet inside.
Maybe it’s the way the flames breathe—alive,
or how the smoke curls up to the stars
as if carrying away things I can’t quite say.
I think of the Ong family I saw once,
their laughter rising with the sparks,
and I felt that warmth, even through the screen
the kind that only family can make.
When I see a bonfire,
I remember sitting with friends on the sand,
talking about everything and nothing,
our voices blend with the wind.
Those nights felt endless.
Now, when I look back,
I realize how fragile time is—
how it slips between moments of light and shadow.
But maybe that’s what makes it beautiful.
Change keeps coming,
And I’ve learned not to fear it.
Like fire, it reshapes everything it touches
and somehow,
What’s left still glows.
