Let the line come in.
Let it pierce through the curtain of darkness.
Let it burst in to eternal warmth and peace.
Let it shine on those unseen in the shadows,
warmth to the heart of those in pain,
and protection for those in need.
2.25.2026
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Let the line come in.
Let it pierce through the curtain of darkness.
Let it burst in to eternal warmth and peace.
Let it shine on those unseen in the shadows,
warmth to the heart of those in pain,
and protection for those in need.
2.25.2026
Hope, continues, blindedly
in the bright warm sunlight
shining upon the unknown.
If, as the faith goes, clinging on
will shows the way in the end,
would it all be all the more wonderful?
So I think.
Thus I take another step
with a lightened in my heart.
2.24.2026
I wish for the warmth in the morning of winter.
The coolness of a breeze in the late summer afternoon,
and the song in our heart dancing in circles.
Playful talks, roaring laughs, and feeling smiles,
full of hope, we’d march forward.
We’d be ready for what’s to come.
2.23.2026
Sway a little, twist a whistle,
Groove in rhythm, beating a drum.
Bum-da-dum, and here I am.
Dum-da-dum, here we go.
Look into my eyes and see the sky,
glimpse of your soul in the darkest hour,
rising again with a golden sunlight
ever so bright with warmth of delight.
Hum-ho, let’s get going,
Hum-hum-ho, here we go!
2.15.2026
A small free library stood in front of a porch.
Among the jumble of books and drawing books,
I found an old copy of the northern folktale.
The brown pages of the book seemingly glowed
under the sunlight as the sun dipped into the horizon.
In return, I left a book from my own collection
one I had brought from the New England.
In this tiny house of books,
worlds and stories are shared.
2.12.2026
Let’s sit here for now
and enjoy this warm golden sunset.
The air might get chilly,
but let’s enjoy our time here now.
I can share my coat,
and we can use it as a blanket.
Oh, I found a stick, by the way,
and you know what? I loved it.
I loved it like I loved one like it as a ten year old kid.
I waved it around, bouncing it on the ground
and felt like it was cool
how I could be as childish as I want
and no one could care about it.
It even felt mischievous, thrilling, and freeing.
I am enjoying our journey, really.
Who would’ve known it’ll be like this?
Kudos for sticking it out for this long.
For many more years to come,
may we enjoy our journey getting along.
2.7.2026
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