Space

I had a friend once.
we had a good time.
it was nothing special.
we’d share a snack,
talk about funny event,
and share the same space.
it was a good time.
the more I try to hide my longing for it,
stronger, and deeper it spreads its roots
Until it becomes a transient sentiment
in a vacuum of numbed senses.
I remember,
but sometimes I wonder
if it holds me back.

4.29.2023

Star

it’s a dream, in a way, you know,
no matter what may be going on around you,
you keep staring at the star in the dark night.
in the top floor of a high rise,
through window bars of a basement,
in the middle of cemetery,
or amongst ocean of people at a party,
you keep staring at the star in the dark night.
it’s okay if you lose the ground
it’s okay if the tower falls down.
keep staring at the star
and make a wish upon it from your heart.

4.19.2023