In spite of all these scars,
all I had hoped was for you to be okay.
Looking at your eyes, I see all is good.
I am glad I did not relent to resentment.
I am glad there was warmth.
10.2.2025
Hope
Tag: life
Forgive
Can you forgive those who hurt you
because they thought the pain will do you good
but instead it has inflicted a lasting scar
whose roots reaches deepest core of your bones?
Them again,
have you ever hurt anyone
under the grand name of
“good intention”?
10.1.2025
Philosophy
One that does not waver
against the fortune nor the disaster.
One that is the foundation of it all.
That’s the path I hope to walk.
9.30.2025
Stamina
Instead of pointing fingers at aggressors,
I’d tolerate the insult
and forgive them.
Who am I to judge them?
Let me have the stamina
to do what I must do.
9.29.2025
Dinner
Would we meet again at the end?
Like how we end the day,
return to the dinner table
and chat about what happened during the day —
would we meet again at the end?
9.28.2025
Like
Regardless of what it is,
It is such a good feeling to know
that there is something that makes your heart beat fully.
Yes, it may look silly,
it may not be “productive”
but you will know
when your heart feels full,
and you just want to keep going.
I hope more times like this will last.
9.27.2025
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
Path
There is a need to find a way.
As long as we keep on digging,
there should be a way.
Let’s keep on going.
Leave the naysayers.
9.21.2025
Running
Don’t stop moving.
Don’t forget what you were thinking before.
Everything is a continuation
no matter how painful the experience was.
Stare at them. Remember them.
You’ll see what they were meant to be.
9.18.2025
Forgiveness
Like the silence after the fire has gone out,
there only remains nothingness
when you ask me, “why did you do it?”
As I search for words, certain icicles start to fall,
bearing the words, irrational, emotional, and inexperienced.
As you mourn, I can only grind my teeth
and promise I will carry this burden.
It’s a long, long journey in the desert.
9.17.2025
Ralph with Coffee 
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