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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
Which way must I go?
The longer I wait, the more I realize I have limited space.
What must I do now?
The passion, the righteousness, and the purpose
just a touch away from my finger tip.
What would I enjoy?
In the end, what will I find pride in?
How will I choose my day, and how will I write the history?
10.26.2025
It was there all along,
but remained invisible and locked
until I stumbled upon a poem
by an old dying man
and I knew the softness of the air he spoke of
and the strength of the roots of the river
shivering the earth.
Yet I remain as I have been.
Staring into the unknown.
10.25.2025
As the day ends,
and the body rests,
where does your soul lay upon?
Does it chase after dreams of clouds
or does it remain in a silent room
where the shadow deepens into darkness
and the acute sense of loneliness surfaces?
You choose which way you want to go.
It’s yours for the counting.
10.24.2025
Like the scenery out the window of a train,
a lot has passed by in a blur.
But the feeling of the speed
as I propelled thousands of meters per second
is the one I vividly remember.
I believe we can soar again.
Once more,
we will meet again.
10.21.2025
You’ve been running for awhile.
Do you want to rest?
Settle down, find a comfy former,
laugh about what happened in the past
And chalk it all off that everything was just a dream?
Are you okay with this?
Or is it really true,
your claim about what you said felt true,
about what you stood for,
and what you have been fighting for?
What’s really true in your heart?
10.21.2025
Keep going.
Remember why it all mattered.
Keep hoping.
Harness positivity. It won’t come passively.
Keep your head down.
Focus on what kept your heart warm.
10.18.2025
Thankfully, the heart was in the right place.
When the heart dances,
it reverberates,
singing a tune for the audience of zero.
And when the others hear it,
they reverberate too,
and suddenly we become a community
of harmonious pluralism.
Closer together we feel warmer.
10.16.2025
Hammer the blisteringly hot iron
even as the peaceful breeze passes by.
Weeping willows lackadaisically sweeping side to side will wonder
what may have gotten in to you.
Keep your head down,
eyes focused on the glowing crimson ore.
Listen to your pumping heart,
and know that you are alive,
beating against the stillness.
10.15.2025
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