Confession

Hey, this is unedited, unprocessed, crude writing; bear this in mind as you read this.

I have been struggling to keep a promise that I had made a long time ago. Far long ago before I met you.

But I made the promise without knowing well enough about the world or myself.

I didn’t know what I wanted, who I was, or what I needed to do.

I blindly pursued things that I thought gave me a chance to see the light, what I thought was the right thing to do.

In the end, I learned that, even if you run as fast and long as you can, if you are still blinded, you will still be in the same place.

Now I see the path that I must take. It looks tough, but it also feels right. I can sense that my heart will be content at the end if I do this.

Before I go on, I want to address what happened to me. You may be disappointed about my result. But I am not viewing this as a failure. The result I have received was a part of a natural process I had to go through. Intuitively, and unconsciously, I think I sensed this was coming.

And even though I tried to undermine how important the time we spent together by happenchance was to me, I must acknowledge that it had built a sense of friendship, at least. I have grown a profound respect for your patience, insight, and wisdom.

I don’t want to get in your way, but I don’t want to disrespect this memory either. I promise I won’t cross the line.

Here is what I am working on: I am starting to walk the path that I had promised to walk before, and at the same time, I am building the foundation to contribute to the cause we both had agreed upon before.

That is to say, I haven’t given up on the research yet. I will find a way to return in a different capacity. Yes, I will have grown a few lines on my forehead, and I may be a few rows behind your seat. But this feels like the right thing to do, and I am excited to pursue this project.

I just wanted to let you know this.

3.21.2025

Listening

When I shut my mouth,

but kept my eyes open to the logic,

I started to see who you really are.

I started to see where you come from.

I started to see your style — the patterns,

the scent, the softness, and the coolness.

I started to hear your feelings.

I knew the weight of your loneliness,

your burden, and your frustration.

I am honored to have shared this moment with you.

To be alive — and to feel the presence of the other — I have yet to count an instance more profound than this.

3.19.2025

Observe

Keep watching —

No matter how sad, mad, or deadly you’ve had it,

observe what happened before, during, and after.

Experiment with what you can control —

test your curious observations, creativities —

while staying true to yourself and to your commitments.

It won’t hurt to keep your escape route in your back pocket. (Be daring)

Trust your gut; run on the wind, halt with the world, roll your dice.

Keep observing. Keep recording. Keep talking.

Keep breathing.

3.17.2025

Waltz

In silence, slowly we groove.

In solemn embracement of solitude and unity,

simultaneously protesting and acquiescing,

quietly, as the sun sets into depressing soft blue,

we smile in bitter agony and joy of what is coming,

honoring in whispers, the memories of fleeting,

knowing, it had been true,

leaving, without a trace left in the trough.

3.12.2025