Restless

A fire flickers on a flint of wood.

It is undeniably flammable,

yet so ephemeral and minute.

Let it become large, and it engulfs.

Let it dissipate, and no one will remember.

Let your eyes mesmerize in its glow,

and the time will slip by.

Stay awake. It may be painful,

but this is the only way.

9.26.2025

Direction

Have I strayed?

Over the years, I have learned by experience

that to be a “good person” may need an effort.

It takes the fortune, the willingness, and the environment to display such disposition.

Nevertheless, I have found it to be all the more worthwhile in the end.

It opened the door to a kind of generosity I dreamed of.

To keep a kind heart takes an effort.

But it is worthwhile in the end.

7.29.2025

Distance

I have sensed something,

like tracing a trail of breadcrumbs,

a feeling like something is out of place.

Some had commented in passing,

as if there’s a stain on my face I don’t recognize.

But only recently have I started feel it,

a sense of distancing, a sense of refusal, or a sense of defiance.

What is this? Has this always been here?

It’s a curious phenomenon, one that calls my immediate attention.

7.1.2025