Believe.
Act according to your belief.
If you’ve been lying, that’s fine.
Ask for forgiveness,
be honest,
and carry on with your new heart.
11.18.2025
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Perhaps at the back of my mind,
I had slid one foot lingering in the back door
as we philosophized over “to love or to survive”.
Like a reflex against my naïveté,
words escaped my lips quicker their meanings.
After a long darkness stopped by
(long to experience, short to remember)
I returned to speculate:
that it is both the hands of the heart and the mind held together
that leads the dance of this life
peppers in living, with saltiness of surviving.
So, all of this is just to say
thank you for conversing with me that day
in the darkest time of that night
under the moonlight.
11.16.2025
Like pastel saccharine taste of cotton candy,
a cacophonous blur of colors pass by
through a tiny window into different worlds.
For a moment, the smell of sewers and inflammatory burns are forgotten.
To return back to face the emptiness,
the helpless vanity that seeks my answers,
is one so tempting to postpone indefinitely
by closing one eye or tilting the head.
Nonetheless,
the sun rises again,
the answer is demanded.
11.13.2025
What matters to you?
Donny worry about others for a second.
Know what you need for yourself first.
To do so, know what makes your heart come alive.
Know when the light shines through your heart.
If you remember to do so,
and if you stay prepared,
you’ll seize the opportunity
when it breezes by you.
11.7.2025
As the number of years accumulate,
impossibly thin layers veils my eyes
warping the meanings behind minute details.
Once, I had rebuked them as sentimentalism
But now I look back at it and wonder
if this is what matters in the end.
A new chapter opens,
and flash of light signals the beginning of yet another race.
Hopefully, it’s in the warmth we find in these small details
that we can rest our souls at the end of the line.
10.29.2025
It’s been awhile since I glimpsed into your eyes.
Like the autumn sky, they were deep and dark,
As I stand in the middle of the earth,
I wondered what our moment meant.
A number of universes came and went
like the white tile on a Rubik’s cube.
I embraced my brown faux-leather jacket tightly
and continued to walk down the road.
10.27.2025
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