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Perhaps it’s ephemeral whim that made white fluffy cherry blossoms so quintessentially
Beautiful
Perhaps its ephemeral whim has made one’s heart bleed as white petals rubs on skin like shreds of sand papers
Painfully
Perhaps all it takes to distinguish the two is to
Observe.
Obverse it as it is.
5.2.2020
Deep, deep into the ocean, as you swim, digging yourself further,
You may hold your breath, pushing yourself, counting each new seconds
But perhaps, it might you’d need to set a measuring stick, an invisible one made of crystal
That never changes no matter how strong the wave hits, no matter what animal swims by
So that your lungs will continue to grow before you even know about it.
Perhaps that’s where all the jewelries lie.
5.1.2020
Sun’s brightly shining high in the stratosphere,
whitening atmosphere all around the horizon.
bent over, towards the dirt and dust where I stand,
I found buddings, peculiar buddings.
I kneeled, crouched, and pushing my face an inch away from the
wholesome dirt, that fresh grocery smelly dirt,
and screened a pebble-like dirt that looked like a mountain.
I then saw a white crystals, shining like glaciers of nowhere,
shining as gloriously as the world’s theirs.
I marveled.
I blinked.
It was still there.
I stretched my trunk,
pushed the dirty-earth away from myself,
and got on my feet,
the earth-dirt-crystal safely far away from myself.
I took a breath in,
squinted at the sharp white sun above,
and then a dotted point on a horizon.
I let out my breath,
dragged my feet towards an endlessness,
leaving trails of white crystals.
3.23.2020
Keep on running,
do not look back. It is the life that we have been born to live,
do not turn, just run.
it will swallow the whole thing and then everything will be over in a second
run
run
just keep on running
when the sunrise,
we can catch a breath
life resumes at the sunrise
we will live on
so now,
just run
run.
3.2.2020
I won’t say goodbye until it is time
I will hold off on your sleeve and
Count the seconds tick by, inching away, towards a world uncharted, unknown.
I won’t ask how you are doing
For things will now be on a different dimensions in order to see the bright side of the world.
I will keep on hammering this world,
A world that seems to seep in the melodies of every corners of the world.
10.11.2019
Blink,
A green bud burgeoned in between the armpit of grey tree branches,
Blink,
Veins of green leaf stretched out in bivouac under crystal rays of sunshine.
Blink,
Wrinkles engraved by good fights, through wind and rains, are witnesses and fellow travelers of this journey.
Blink.
10.10.2019
Even in the coldest darkness,
The fire won’t desiccate.
Trailblazing time and space,
Engraves hope in others’ hearts.
I dare to hope again.
I’ll carry the mountainous pressure,
Trudge through mud and broken glasses,
I will alight the fire again.
I dare to hope again.
9.29.2019
For a drop of soul lost in an silent ocean of darkness,
For a rusted needled buried deep beneath billions of grains of desert sand,
There is a resonation.
An invisible, perhaps unbelievable, resonation whispers a promise.
Rise tomorrow.
Repeat. Again, and again.
We shall meet in our glory atop of heave of our works.
Overcome and repeat,
Within a blink of an eye, we’ll be there.
9.25.2019
It’s getting hot in here
There is no way to turn
Sight is getting blurry
Forced breathing becomes harsher
The harder I run, more difficult it becomes,
More angry I get, more oxygen I lose
More bitter I become, further the door goes away
A fine line between anger and panick
A tiptoed balance on a cliff
A dice throw to see where we land.
9.24.2019
Don’t accuse that man playing guitar sitting by the side walk bench in his melancholic tune.
Perhaps you may wonder how he dares to waste his time so imprudently away while you walk by trotting away.
Perhaps you may want to consider if the man had a crash of tragedy in his life.
Perhaps you may prefer pondering if you had a violin string snapped, sprung into a spiral.
Don’t accuse the man. But just walk away, listening to this music.
9.23.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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