come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
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
Like the chain links,
It’s not the brute that wins, but wisdom.
Identify the problem.
Own the fact that it’s a problem.
With confidence,
slowly approach your solution.
11.11.2025
It’s okay to go slower.
But be honest at minimum.
No shortcuts, no hiding under the rug.
Be vulnerable. It hurts, but stare squarely at the pain (with a caveat; you know)
With new wisdom, there lies new world.
Seek it. It will be worthwhile.
11.8.2025
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
Now is the time to plunge in.
Unplug yourself from distractions.
Fear no more. Escape no more.
Let me be with you in each step.
We have accomplished much so far,
and we can reach our dreams.
Put your faith in us.
11.5.2025
A bar of chocolate had already melted in my hands.
Although no longer in its stoic stick form,
I asked it to be delivered to the one
who had shared a secret fire into my heart.
A rebel recognized a fellow rebel,
and prayed that we will cross our path again some day.
11.3.2025
Now is the time.
Don’t let yourself fall asleep
to the sweet scent of nostalgia.
Remember what mattered.
Continue to evolve.
Focus on your dream.
11.2.2025
As we walked the streets we walked decades ago,
thoughts I had pushed far back in my mind
started to resurface, and as the brown dried leaves fell
words started to cascade into reality.
I do not concern myself with forgiveness
but your acceptance of the truth
alleviated the weight I held on for so long.
When I lay my head for one last time
I will remember what you have given me
as I hope I will be remembered for what I sought to give.
10.31.2025
Why would you not make it?
The eyes stared at me as if it’s a matter-of-fact.
All the uncertainties, probabilities, and possibilities
are reduced to the simple fact.
A steely needle needs to be robust
to weave through bundle of yarns
and create a vision to come true.
10.30.2025
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
Ralph with Coffee 
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