It’s time. It’s always been here, and it’s been waiting a long time.
You’ve done a good job holding on.
Nobody’s noticed you; neither congratulate you nor reward you.
Please remember to find the little things to be thankful for.
5.8.2020
Month: May 2020
Deserve
Have you ever really felt you deserved to be alive?
Have you ever weighed the lives of those who withered
Against the hours you’ve spent watching YouTube?
Against the years you’ll be waiting for your ‘real life’ to happen?
Have you?
5.5.2020
Prickly Hair
It’s a perverted yet irresistible habit: pulling the root of your own beard hair out from the hypodermic layer with pinched nails.
I dare you do it now. Just one tiny little beard hair. Do it. Just do it.
See? It ain’t too bad doesn’t it? It hurts a little but doesn’t it feel a bit cathartic?
Have you caught yourself yet reaching for another thread of hair? A scandalous thing that others will find out if you do it too much
But you know you want it. Just do it. Do it!
5.4.2020
Grip
It’s the gut wrenching feeling that gloomingly sits inside the top part of the heart that croaks:
“But I’ve what it takes. No one understands yet. You wait and see”
It’s a miasma that pulls your thigh, your lower back, your neck, into a tiny rectangular box:
“This is my magical being. It shall do all the things that no one will know about”
It’s the jaw muscles clenched together, wouldn’t let go of the teeth in between its bones:
“I won’t end like this. I will get somewhere. Surely there’s a better place”
Ah, but may I ask: what’s the point of it all? What’s the point of the glory and the warm and the victory?
For there shall be a downfall that lurks behind your back, a bubbly days after the dark night.
But keep on at it. Keep on.
5.3.2020
Sandy Cherry Blossoms
Perhaps it’s ephemeral whim that made white fluffy cherry blossoms so quintessentially
Beautiful
Perhaps its ephemeral whim has made one’s heart bleed as white petals rubs on skin like shreds of sand papers
Painfully
Perhaps all it takes to distinguish the two is to
Observe.
Obverse it as it is.
5.2.2020
Ocean Crystal
Deep, deep into the ocean, as you swim, digging yourself further,
You may hold your breath, pushing yourself, counting each new seconds
But perhaps, it might you’d need to set a measuring stick, an invisible one made of crystal
That never changes no matter how strong the wave hits, no matter what animal swims by
So that your lungs will continue to grow before you even know about it.
Perhaps that’s where all the jewelries lie.
5.1.2020
Ralph with Coffee 