One that does not waver
against the fortune nor the disaster.
One that is the foundation of it all.
That’s the path I hope to walk.
9.30.2025
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
A fire flickers on a flint of wood.
It is undeniably flammable,
yet so ephemeral and minute.
Let it become large, and it engulfs.
Let it dissipate, and no one will remember.
Let your eyes mesmerize in its glow,
and the time will slip by.
Stay awake. It may be painful,
but this is the only way.
9.26.2025
Like the silence after the fire has gone out,
there only remains nothingness
when you ask me, “why did you do it?”
As I search for words, certain icicles start to fall,
bearing the words, irrational, emotional, and inexperienced.
As you mourn, I can only grind my teeth
and promise I will carry this burden.
It’s a long, long journey in the desert.
9.17.2025
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