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A golden sunlight slid through window sill.
A door creaked open into the hall way.
White light shines upon the kitchen
and over the huddled houses, crows flew in flock.
A hot water streamed from faucet,
filling the room with steam.
And I blinked.
Then rushed in the memories and emotions
of all the possibilities of the past, present, and future.
Hold it together — and I knew
every awaking moment counted
engraved into the memory
and to know the truth from the falsity.
3.20.2026
Like a bright sunlight,
two eyes of an owl glistened.
And I pondered upon the narrow path laid underneath.
A cold breeze washed away the bodily warmth
and I was reminded how fickle was the title.
And when I implored,
the song of the cells kept singing
for the promise of the brighter, warmer future.
And that kept my heart warm.
3.16.2026
It wasn’t an easy start.
I started to find a rhythm.
Not only from around myself,
but also from within —
the moments that cannot be captured by words
but only with each flash of moments
crisp, clear, and cold air, shards of valorant sunlight
piercing through the ocean-deep blue sky
dark silhouette of solemn trees and red-bricked apartments.
As if catching an atmospheric tidal wave
I caught on to the warmth — and knew I wasn’t alone;
I was connected to everyone from the past, present, and future.
United in one story, we danced.
One step forward, one step backward,
on, and on,
again,
and again.
3.13.2026
What does it take to walk the line
between inflaming into fiery rage
and sinking into bottomless abyss
when I am faced with injustice?
What does it take to “love thy neighbor”
if the mob is gobbling up everything in its way
taking the innocence, the peace, and the fairness with it
and no one’s there to witness your martyrdom?
What does it take to heal after the unfairness?
Distraction, destruction, or depression
does not appear to be the path forward.
How does one continue to move from it?
The answer, one that I can find for now,
is to move on. Continue with the path you’ve been on.
Make sure you reach your goal.
The tedious chatter will fall away
and the recognition will naturally follow.
And remember: watch what comes out of your heart. Not for others, but for your own sake.
3.12.2026
A jogger in white nylon shirt and short black pants passed by.
I thought I caught a glimpse of the jogger
side-eyeing me.
After a few blocks of walking,
I have come across the jogger again.
What kind of life would it had been
had I struck up a chat?
Would we have been disappointed
by the disillusionment of what we thought of each other
based off of our looks and vibes?
Or would we have hit it off
marching into the unknown territory?
Would we have tolerated our differences,
or would we hav passive-aggressively scoffed
and jogged away
Sharing a new gossip
with close circles idly sitting back at home?
3.10.2026
Warm and bright, white light filled the universe
As much as my eyes could embrace the world,
each molecule bursted into golden kaleidoscope of the sun
you were eternally smiling, filled with innocent joy and love
with your eyes, imploring to join you in your song.
Levitating, swooning and swirling in smooth and sweet melody,
we walked the path ever so bright and fearless.
3.9.2026
I decided to not to expect to receive,
but to be the one to chip away at a wall.
I have seen when everyone felt lost,
but they all appeared as if nothing was wrong.
I decided to accept what is, and to plan ahead.
When I stopped chasing after the storm,
I found my voice inside; matured with a unique funk.
Slowly was smooth, and smooth connected me to the world.
3.7.2026
What can save this soul,
so drenched in the invisible fire,
yearning for quenching solution,
wading in the body of water so abundant?
Thus, it’s named shame,
which ignites at the slightest offense,
alighting brightly the promenade of consciousness
so bright others could see it miles off.
Alas, a source of solace: communion.
In commiserations shared in nakedness,
we profess deepest thoughts and desires.
Reverberating in darkness, the long waited calm
dawns on the shoulders
like the crocheted navy blue blanket.
3.3.2026
Thought I was being smart
preparing for the unknown,
becoming better than yesterday,
well, becoming better *at being better than others* than yesterday.
Instead, holding onto its sharp edge
I wondered why this matters in the first place.
As I sat in the dark,
I thought of the meal I had shared on a Thursday evening.
It was just any other day.
It lasted only an hour or two,
but I vividly remember I was there.
And the words I have heard,
the stories that were told,
and the ideas that were exchanged
are not something I want to dismiss
as just a moment of reverie.
It mattered.
It has shown me something that mattered.
I choose to believe the reason lies in there,
to keep on holding on.
And to believe it will work out in the end.
2.28.2026
Ralph with Coffee 