come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Like a warm and sweet perfume scent,
it keeps my heart warm.
Reminds me of why I started this journey.
It’s too tempting to remain where I was,
but the moon is rising
as the sun falls.
It was like a dream.
One I did not want to wake up from,
but one that eventually called my name
to wake up.
11.19.2025
Believe.
Act according to your belief.
If you’ve been lying, that’s fine.
Ask for forgiveness,
be honest,
and carry on with your new heart.
11.18.2025
Perhaps at the back of my mind,
I had slid one foot lingering in the back door
as we philosophized over “to love or to survive”.
Like a reflex against my naïveté,
words escaped my lips quicker their meanings.
After a long darkness stopped by
(long to experience, short to remember)
I returned to speculate:
that it is both the hands of the heart and the mind held together
that leads the dance of this life
peppers in living, with saltiness of surviving.
So, all of this is just to say
thank you for conversing with me that day
in the darkest time of that night
under the moonlight.
11.16.2025
A small chip on the lips of a white porcelain cup
caught my eye, glaring at me like an angry
ant ready to bite my lips with its sharp edge
which could slit my skin and bleed red.
Numbed by too many moving parts
ready to raise a cacophony of paper cuts,
I grabbed its neck
and mindlessly tossed it in the can
as if that’s all there’s to it; just a cup of porcelain.
Yet I remember the way its smooth white surface glistened
under the sunlight on a cold winter day.
11.15.2025
The golden sunset shines a warmth onto
crimson foliage imbued in tapestry of hues.
As pedestrians basks in its glory,
I notice tips of the leaves turning into burn marks,
and the glorious sun into last candle wick.
I paused, wondering if I should linger
soaking my soul in its comfort.
But the sun must rise after dark.
Let there be strength and wisdom
in my steps into the dark.
11.14.2025
Like pastel saccharine taste of cotton candy,
a cacophonous blur of colors pass by
through a tiny window into different worlds.
For a moment, the smell of sewers and inflammatory burns are forgotten.
To return back to face the emptiness,
the helpless vanity that seeks my answers,
is one so tempting to postpone indefinitely
by closing one eye or tilting the head.
Nonetheless,
the sun rises again,
the answer is demanded.
11.13.2025
Like the chain links,
It’s not the brute that wins, but wisdom.
Identify the problem.
Own the fact that it’s a problem.
With confidence,
slowly approach your solution.
11.11.2025
It’s okay to go slower.
But be honest at minimum.
No shortcuts, no hiding under the rug.
Be vulnerable. It hurts, but stare squarely at the pain (with a caveat; you know)
With new wisdom, there lies new world.
Seek it. It will be worthwhile.
11.8.2025
What matters to you?
Donny worry about others for a second.
Know what you need for yourself first.
To do so, know what makes your heart come alive.
Know when the light shines through your heart.
If you remember to do so,
and if you stay prepared,
you’ll seize the opportunity
when it breezes by you.
11.7.2025
Now is the time to plunge in.
Unplug yourself from distractions.
Fear no more. Escape no more.
Let me be with you in each step.
We have accomplished much so far,
and we can reach our dreams.
Put your faith in us.
11.5.2025
Ralph with Coffee 
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