Clouds

Wind blows, sky darkens, air weighs heavier, making rumbling sounds like an abdomen about to have terrible bouts of diarrhea

A man in a cave contemplates whether to venture outside or hunger inside

Will the rain soak my socks? Will I shiver with hunger? Will I be fatigued with bone-piercing cold?

A man in a cave realizes a bucket of honey he saved deep inside the cave two years ago

He immediately digs further inside the cave, pushing through even the walls shelling him from the rain and the elements.

Soaked in rain and shivering with freezing hands, he dug up the bucket, started sucking on the mellifluous globs.

Already forgotten all about the rain and the cold.

6.11.2020

Run

If you don’t know where to go, just run. Keep running, you’ll be out of breath, you’ll be out of sweat, you’ll be out of sugar in your arteries. Still, just run.

If you don’t know when to stop, just don’t stop. Carry your body on and on and see where it takes you. When you’ve been through and through, what could be the worst thing that could happen?

If you don’t know who to ask, just ask yourself. Kneel. Pray. Work. Eat. Sing. Sleep. When you’ve done all those things, who knows what might happen?

5.28.2020

Scent

You know,

just like how the crimson sunlight caramelized a forest of tall dull-white buildings,

just like holding that book open in an empty library watching those buildings among dusts suspended in the air,

just like that aroma of coffee dancing in the atmosphere to the cadence of that jazz,

just the scent of that flashing smile shook my heart too fast to realize

that it’s been always buried deep within for too long of a time.

You know.

5.26.2020

Wailing

Waking up once again, as my eyes are blinded by the screaming sunlight,

I dare ask: why? why such pain?

I’d rather say, ‘When a lightening bolt strikes on a sunny day,

Would you dare claim, “ignorance is a bliss?”’

Yet the darkness comes back, embracing the burn wounds, and whispering calm zephyrs

Saying, “grit your teeth, churn your soul, strike the roaring iron with a full-gripped hammer,

“Tomorrow’s a new day, a chance to grapple with your fate. Build your world, breath your dreams”

The darkness and light dances it’s ephemeral flight.

5.25.2020

Gratitude

Thank you, for allowing me to see this day light, a stream of crystals glistening the atmosphere that I breath in.

That you, for allowing me to memorize the sound of the wind swooshing like an ocean wave crashing into the bank of sand.

Thank you, for this tantalizing droplet of water, respite of the spirit and body, as it quenches the unresting soul in the heart.

5.13.2020

Prayer

Please, let me be stronger.

Please allow me to lift this cross.

Please inspire me to make an effective decision.

I made a promise. That I’ll be there.

Please grant me strength to endure those thousands of needles, darkness, and coldness. I need to be there.

5.12.2020

Flash fiction

It’s sharper than you think.

It’s faster than you think.

It’s larger than you think.

When you opened your eyelids,

It’s already too late.

You won’t remember,

You won’t realize.

It’s a blind dance.

It’s a journey of a light.

It’s a sad story.

Time. Perhaps it is time that matters.

Caring. Perhaps it is the care that matters.

Pain. Perhaps it is the pain that matters.

Whatever was, was.

Whatever will be, will be.

Whatever is, is.

Open your eyes.

Love the world yourself.

10.14.2019