come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I walked along the lake of emerald color
out of a jungle of tall grey cement buildings
on street so long that seemed to have no end
but I finally arrived at a flat aquarium
passing by taxidermy of mammoths
that reminded me of American beef
hamburgers I had beforehand
to the plastic wall of pool of emerald color
where white beluga whales swam solemnly
I remember the whales
because I was expecting giant blue whales instead
4.24.2022
4.24.2022
I was sitting by the window in the bakery
soaking in the chamomile-gold sunset
perhaps I smelled freshly baked breads
perhaps I had a half-emptied cup of ice coffee
but the promise I made, I remember
one that turned out I would keep only half
but one that was worthwhile nonetheless
4.23.2022
I was sitting in a large old library
High ceiling, large space with cubicles,
had windows viewing out into the riverside
I often walked down the stairs
to buy chewing candy from a shop below
It was not too long after I had quit smoking
I spent uncountable hours in the library
perhaps that’s where I fell into the rabbit hole
the desperate race that never seems to end
4.22.2022
I was at church in darkness in the middle of night
I held a cup of hot black coffee in my hand
staring into white circular stained glass
shining high above the cross
I wondered what I could say at this holy site
but only the solemn silence heard my plight
I remember the silence that meant more than most words.
4.21.2022
it was raining in the winter at the ocean
white waves roared and crashed ceaselessly
I took a walk by the beach
shivering in coldness seeping into the bones
as the rain soaked my duck down
I walked until I was angry
angry at the coldness, mad at the foolish walk
now, the madness of the walk is what I recall
the unreasonable, foolish, and reckless walk
is what I remember
4.20.2022
it was a two story apartment painted in white
the room was painted in purple
blue sky was wide open via tilted sun window
in the morning sunshine would glisten
in the afternoon sunset would glow golden
the floor was made of smooth old wood
the stairs would squeak on each step I took
there was an oak tree with many leaves
each leaf had a saying to it, I believe
all that remains is this memory
sounds like a lie
4.19.2022
가을의 향기가 났다.
돈은 한푼 없고 쓸데없이
고급진 커피향에 찌든 어느날
내 검은 자켓 소매를 붙잡히고
클래식한 붉은 벽돌의 한 동내의
눈부신 노을과 반항기의 장난들
멋도 모르고 마냥 좋았던 미소
고요한 순간 느끼던 그림자의 존재함
지금은 꿈과 같은 그 순간이
잠시 코끝을 스쳐갔다.
there was a scent of the autumn
a penniless, pitifully soaked in luxurious
coffee aroma, that one day
dragged by the sleeve of my black jacket
that classic brown bricked street’s
blinding sunset and a little rebel’s tricks
smiles that I cluelessly loved so much
presence of shadow sensed in silence
those moments that now feel like a dream
momentarily breezed by under my nose.
4.18.2022
some say, “don’t think about the past”
“you’ll blind yourself to its light
and won’t take a step towards future”
but I’d say, “sing the past”
“sing of its youth, the beauty, the joy,
the tears, the smiles, and the light”
for if you sing enough of its love,
maybe you will move on
maybe you will evolve
maybe you will love again
so, sing the past
embrace the love it sends
spread the love it gifted you
4.16.2022
it feels like it’s been awhile
being like this, not pressed
to keep on doing something
for the sake of survival, for approval
perhaps this sickness is blessing in disguise
one I might have had to encounter to realize
a few hidden messages for myself
from my past self perhaps to remind myself
that there are choices in life to be made
fully appreciate the cards you have played
4.15.2022
I guess it was 15 years ago
I wanted to write a story
adolescent me was feverish with dreams
dreams of passion, adventure, and freedom
now that I think of it,
past 15 years had some of that
maybe, with a bit of luck, I lived my life like
how I wanted to write that story
I am grateful for it, truly
it hurt sometimes,
but it’s been really beautiful.
4.14.2022
Ralph with Coffee 
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