in a silent night
I saw a glimpse of light
I hope it is alright
for me to reach this bright
shining light tonight
9.30.2023
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Unexpectedly, a helping hand arrived.
we both had tired eyes,
silently listening to each other’s worries.
strangely, even all the words
trying to convince ‘all will be okay’,
which we knew were not a guarantee,
they sounded strangely, yet familiarly reassuring.
of course, a life is to be lived by oneself,
and not helped by the others.
yet to see another person
walking a similar, seemingly eternal path
gave me a confidence
that perhaps
I can do this too.
9.29.2023
do I deserve to be loved?
I realized things have changed
and that I am not in mud any more.
but the memory of the dark water
lingers too close in my mind.
do I deserve to be loved?
can I ask to be loved?
can I be free to love?
to find out,
I’ll be a bit more honest,
I’ll work hard,
but not to earn the love,
but to protect those that I love.
9.27.2023
like an amoeba staring at a bird,
like a dog running after a car,
I chase after a beaten path.
yes, I know I am ashamed
and part of my drive to ignore this shame
moves me when I am the most tired.
a sun shined once, very briefly.
and I learned in that priceless moment
that you must choose to live for yourself.
and the rest of the world will follow.
9.24.2023
every day, I am hoping,
wishing for a miracle.
in the ocean of sand grains,
I yearn to become the one.
one that is picked up,
one who is loved,
one who knows the truth.
saved from calamities.
then I saw the sun.
ever-shining sun.
it was beautiful.
I am immersed in
its repetitive motions,
and all of its colors.
And so did a smile
on my lips
as I woke up again
in the morning.
9.23.2023
It’s the moment between two worlds:
a world naked to the sun that cleanses
a world enveloped in morphing darkness.
as if you opened your eyes halfway,
murky dusk seeps in from the shadows,
instilling nostalgia for the past in the present.
you can choose to stay awake and refuse,
or you can imbue yourself with this melody
for a brief moment to soak your soul
in harmony between the past and present.
9.22.2023
how is it that
some people read on and on
and never get tired
while there are those
who get tired in 1 hour?
is it the matter of principle?
is it the matter of intelligence?
nothing is in your way to become
like the person next to you,
but you write your own story.
so what will it be:
a story of bitterness
or one of fearlessness?
9.19.2023
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