Cafe

It’s a dance.

Crowded people chats over a cup of tea

Thick rimmed glasses staring at Apple laptops clicking their blinks away with coffee

Dreams, telltales, hopes, and victories flies around in the air, parrying in melody

In this friendly battlefield, a warm smile glanced over, beaming with courage,

An invitation, like a folded silk patiently waiting to be untied, flew in sweet aroma

Tickling it was, yet unnoticed.

Fizzling sunset calmed into a dusk, and then into darkness of silence and timelessness

In this darkness, we’ve met again. Passing by each other again.

Now I hope to see you again. In the eyes, and touch the fire that smelled so pleasant.

7.2.2019

Not over

Battery has long run out

Bones have become brittle,

Joints have worn out

Lungs are gasping for more air.

But fight goes on like a wildfire in

Your backyard, never letting

Your mind off of it, it consumes

Everyday a little bit of your mind.

Look into the soul of those fire.

Those battles hat we must fight

Raising flags and swords,

We dance together in this flame.

4.10.2019

The end

Make it your friend, your tombstone
After all, it’s your last bed mattress
Laying your head for one last time
In the end, one must finally rest. 

So now: strive. Invigorating heart
Widening eyelids, breath in scents
Of life, confess your love in human
Beings, swim upstream to flow of
Time. 

Make your death 
your friend. 
Do not be afraid. 

4.7.2019