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A summer night, as tree branches thread throughout the dark sky salted with stars,
The whole world swayed as the hammock weaves by thousands of threads swayed
Crimson ambers of cigarette quickly falling through the wholes, barely missing the threads,
Like an accident, falls into the wine glass,
Bursting with flame that cannot contain itself
I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
So the song went, as the alcohol got thicker and hotter.
6.12.2020
Wind blows, sky darkens, air weighs heavier, making rumbling sounds like an abdomen about to have terrible bouts of diarrhea
A man in a cave contemplates whether to venture outside or hunger inside
Will the rain soak my socks? Will I shiver with hunger? Will I be fatigued with bone-piercing cold?
A man in a cave realizes a bucket of honey he saved deep inside the cave two years ago
He immediately digs further inside the cave, pushing through even the walls shelling him from the rain and the elements.
Soaked in rain and shivering with freezing hands, he dug up the bucket, started sucking on the mellifluous globs.
Already forgotten all about the rain and the cold.
6.11.2020
Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night was one of my habits for the past few weeks
Tonight, I realized that the room was empty. I could no longer see the person back of her head staring into her wide screen monitor as she consoled her loneliness throughout the night.
Tonight, I stared into the empty room lit with a warm yolk color light, beaming as if to welcome the lonely eyes that had become a regular to this space.
Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night, I wondered where the previous occupant will be staring into her blue monitor tonight.
6.9.2020
Open your eyelids wide,
Don’t forget what is true and what is fake,
Baiting on your mind so fragile (yet you do not know)
Silent orcas looms underneath dark shadows of the blue ocean.
Stare up into the sky, ponder upon the nets of constellation,
True north is where you’re bound,
Open your eyes wide and stay vigilant.
The end will be already here.
6.7.2020
This is a carnival of poor souls
Seeking to win the game we worked hard to work
This is a raging race
Bidding each other towards a dream that will change everything afterwards.
Let us roll our dice
6.2.2020
I wish you the best.
Like a paper plane plainly gliding on a gentle giant wave of an azure zephyr
Like a shooting star rushing through the stratosphere, blazing it’s trail behind
Like a marathon runner whose dreams come true after millions of steps and sweats
I wish you a happy last.
5.29.2020
If you don’t know where to go, just run. Keep running, you’ll be out of breath, you’ll be out of sweat, you’ll be out of sugar in your arteries. Still, just run.
If you don’t know when to stop, just don’t stop. Carry your body on and on and see where it takes you. When you’ve been through and through, what could be the worst thing that could happen?
If you don’t know who to ask, just ask yourself. Kneel. Pray. Work. Eat. Sing. Sleep. When you’ve done all those things, who knows what might happen?
5.28.2020
You know,
just like how the crimson sunlight caramelized a forest of tall dull-white buildings,
just like holding that book open in an empty library watching those buildings among dusts suspended in the air,
just like that aroma of coffee dancing in the atmosphere to the cadence of that jazz,
just the scent of that flashing smile shook my heart too fast to realize
that it’s been always buried deep within for too long of a time.
You know.
5.26.2020
Waking up once again, as my eyes are blinded by the screaming sunlight,
I dare ask: why? why such pain?
I’d rather say, ‘When a lightening bolt strikes on a sunny day,
Would you dare claim, “ignorance is a bliss?”’
Yet the darkness comes back, embracing the burn wounds, and whispering calm zephyrs
Saying, “grit your teeth, churn your soul, strike the roaring iron with a full-gripped hammer,
“Tomorrow’s a new day, a chance to grapple with your fate. Build your world, breath your dreams”
The darkness and light dances it’s ephemeral flight.
5.25.2020
Sun’s brightly shining high in the stratosphere,
whitening atmosphere all around the horizon.
bent over, towards the dirt and dust where I stand,
I found buddings, peculiar buddings.
I kneeled, crouched, and pushing my face an inch away from the
wholesome dirt, that fresh grocery smelly dirt,
and screened a pebble-like dirt that looked like a mountain.
I then saw a white crystals, shining like glaciers of nowhere,
shining as gloriously as the world’s theirs.
I marveled.
I blinked.
It was still there.
I stretched my trunk,
pushed the dirty-earth away from myself,
and got on my feet,
the earth-dirt-crystal safely far away from myself.
I took a breath in,
squinted at the sharp white sun above,
and then a dotted point on a horizon.
I let out my breath,
dragged my feet towards an endlessness,
leaving trails of white crystals.
3.23.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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