They chewed a good chunk out of you.
Let’s get back up now.
As long as the game is on,
As long as we are awake,
let’s keep learning, keep growing, keep smiling.
Forgive them, and ask for forgiveness.
Now, let’s go after that new chapter.
7.14.2025
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
For the sake of humanity,
reach out.
Ask for a chat, for a meal, or for a coffee.
Have the courage ask for a companionship.
Have courage to break out of your own thorny shell,
and have a courage to be vulnerable.
Why?
Because it’s not always gloom and doom,
and the future cannot be it either.
You can handle it.
Believe it and venture outside.
7.10.2025
As I heard your tears drop,
I couldn’t help but wonder:
did we really know each other?
Maybe we held onto our secrets till the last moment.
The fork of the path in front of us.
I wondered: do we rage against the sky,
do we hold onto our immovable past,
or how do we deal with our moment?
Once, I saw a dragon with a brave heart,
who inscribed the words of love on it,
and breathed the fire of passion.
Perhaps that’s what it takes to launch into the world.
7.8.2025
I walked into a cafe,
and heard someone say my name.
I thought I misheard; or thought she was calling someone with the same name —
but not, she stared straight into my eyes,
and asked, “do you want your usual?”
I said yes — and she pulled out the royal English breakfast tea in a mug cup with the right size.
I sheepishly took my cup and sat in my table.
Her matter-of-fact attitude as she welcomed,
the face that she remembered my name,
and what I usually drink felt like an honor.
It’s a wonderful experience not encountered so frequently.
Just like the warmth of the tea in my hand,
I felt the warmth and levity in my heart.
7.4.2025
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
We’d beam at the sight of a green forest,
and run barefooted into the unknown.
Snails, crayfish, and tadpoles were the treasures.
I did not know a laughter could be dispensed so freely.
Songs we sang, the mountains we climbed,
all now awashed in the torrential rain.
Yet our work is still there for us.
Let’s keep going at it.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
6.29.2025
I started to recognize a piece of myself in their story.
The nomadic wandering in cold darkness,
the whisper of intimacy with a knowing smile,
and the restraint to withstand what must be done.
With each step, I collect each of these pieces,
slowly weaving a collage of kaleidoscope
to guide those who may find themselves wandering
as I have been in those times.
6.27.2025
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