do not blame others, but only I.
deadline is nigh because of I.
procrastination was too sweet for my good
nevertheless, I must proceed with what I could
only work will save us from here
only prayer could help me cheer
6.30.2022
Category: Uncategorized
Promise
let’s promise this
even if we drift apart
let’s love.
love all things in the world.
the blue, grey, purple, orange, red sky
the ever-fleeting golden wings of luck
the unquenchable thirst to connect
let us love them all.
yes, it could get boring
yea, it could be painful
but let’s promise this:
let’s love.
5.9.2022
Calling
should the world call for my name
I shall beckon to its calling again
humbly, it is an honor
to be of help and don the armor
to rise to the occasion
to face challenges with devotion
2.17.2022
Prudence
you may ask, why volunteer to suffer
and yes, shoulders gets heavy and hot
but diamonds are born to be tougher
to face squarely into scorching fire and fight
for the moment to come,
the Big Bang of the most minuscule grain
in an instant, an incomprehensible one.
so I rise, through the mud, into the rain.
2.4.2022
Breath
will there be enough to breath
is not what you think when you live
but just breath and you leave
spaces you occupy and move with a breeze
Bookstore
by happenchance, I opened the door,
opened, too, a world I haven’t seen before,
a father, crouched down, reading a book
a mother, calling their son to take a look
this bookstore, a microcosm of eclectic stories
fireworks of intellects, memories, and histories,
world unknown, unseeable, unimaginable to the rest,
perhaps best kept hidden inside, as a place blessed
let its glories be passed onto this child
let it sow seeds of dreams to keep him smile
1.8.2022
Running
running towards the sky
I sprint, and the void flows.
yes, all things that live must flow.
and I imbue what I know to be truest.
10.24.2021
Review – Dostoevsky’s Double
In a lazy summer of 2015, I picked up on a book in a yard sale in front of a house where I lived. It was not my house, but it was one that I loved. Feeling somewhat directionless, I picked up the book, The Double, written by Dostoevsky.
In the book, I found an old piece of paper, hand-written by two writers, strangers to each other, addressing to the other. A writer asked, should their lives be consumed by love so important, yet so ephemeral.
A note shared by two strangers wrought with passionate attraction to each other. This, all the more, made the book more interesting subject to read. Has this book by Dostoevsky been the catalyst between these individuals? Intrigued, instead of procrastinating reading this one along with the rest of the books, I made a resolution to read at least one of the novels in the book to see what drew these two strangers together.
Fall
holding onto a rope
we fear dark below
unknown, birth of thoughts
worse than the death
falling, perhaps
what greets the eye
the freedom to fly
12.4.2021
고마워
덕분에 미친듯이 뛰어
달려 가는게 정상이란걸
깨달았어.
물이 흐르듯 우리도 흘러
산 고개를 이제 지나
바다로 향한다는걸
덕분에 알게 되었어.
고마워.
11.20.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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