come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
it’s quiet, but not heavy.
a clear light blue sky,
and bright airy sun ray
leans into my navy shadow room.
I part my lips to say:
“I know you are here
even if I cannot see you now.
Thank you for all you did for me.
Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for staying with me.”
and I closed my eyes.
12.28.2023
don’t nibble on that hook
it will catch you right away
and bring you down to lower place
where you’ll have to work all day.
no way you’ll want such thing.
get out of those scenarios.
be free.
sometimes stars align
sometimes they miss each other
even though they dearly wanted to.
too bad when it does or doesn’t
we live with the consequences
no regret,
be strong.
12.21.2023
slowly, a soft and sweet foam rolls
it’s mellow to touch and dreamlike.
but what I recall in my memories:
those dust-covered, strewn-about
messiness, chaotic mess, and lump
I wonder how long the sweetness,
the softness last.
12.19.2023
what’s hidden in your heart?
surely, you won’t see what me beneath mine.
years of suffering after naive decisions
hardened my heart so much
it won’t budge to your tricks.
still, it yearns for the day
when innocence was prevalent
where trust flowed.
12.18.2023
now is the time we must face each other.
there will be disappointments,
surprises, and agreeableness.
remember to live this moment
as fleeting as it may be
with your fullest focus.
12.17.2023
When you run,
Start slow.
And then pick it up bit by bit.
Slow down once in a while
But when you see your chance,
When you feel the stars are lining,
When you taste sweetness in the air,
Run as fast as you can
Squeezing every liquid out of your muscles
See the white flash in front of your eyes
When you are through
You will know
You have done it.
You have lived the best part of this run.
12.3.2023
this morning,
as I put on my pants in my slumber,
I realized there’s no hole left in my belt;
I had tightened it to its maximum.
there must be a part of me I haven’t recognized.
how much about ourselves
are we letting them slip through our fingers?
11.7.2023
I woke up in the middle of my sleep
because my lungs, gasping for air
as my throat growled with a cry.
I tried to remember what it was I cried for
but the dream had eloped into the darkness.
when I got up from my bed,
I felt a wet sympathy
and a desire to apologize
to my subconsciousness.
11.6.2023
The sun was bright
there were kids on a lawn
joyfully running together.
it was a good day to run.
leaves were leaking warm colors
brisk air hit the lips and nostrils
as my feet launched from the ground.
after a blur of rush of sceneries,
I noticed a smile.
thankfully, it was warm.
11.5.2023
Ralph with Coffee 
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