let us look into ourselves,
find our colors,
and shine in our own ways.
there’s no fool proofs,
but I’d like to believe
we will get there
shining brightly in the sky
if we all put in our best.
11.26.2023
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
let us look into ourselves,
find our colors,
and shine in our own ways.
there’s no fool proofs,
but I’d like to believe
we will get there
shining brightly in the sky
if we all put in our best.
11.26.2023
in hard times,
I appreciate the good memories.
in good times,
I appreciate all those who have helped me.
when the world is wrapped in gold,
I appreciate the moment,
when it dissipates into darkness,
I am grateful for the opportunity.
I can only describe what I have felt,
for I am also seeking the truth.
11.25.2023
it’s been too long
to be able to connect
and not worry about
what other people think.
the comfort it gives me
is what I am grateful for.
11.24.2023
I may not be as selfless as I thought.
I may not be as virtuous as I thought.
but that is okay.
it’s better to acknowledge it
and accept it in others too
than to sit and point fingers at people
for failing to live up to the virtues.
strive for what you want,
and if what you want is virtue
that is okay too.
11.21.2023
all became white;
(even when I blinked)
the whiteness filled the universe.
and then it was dark.
like a smile that flashed
— and then gone —
there was the universe
and then aloneness.
As this ebbed and flowed,
I held on.
I don’t know what it was.
But it’s inscribed in my bones.
touch my calluses
taste my tears
peer into my iris
and you will see —
all of it is there.
11.14.2023
it’s an honor
to be here
at this moment
and hold these people
with my arms.
allow me to be useful to them
allow me to keep my principles
allow me to grow.
11.13,2023
this morning,
as I put on my pants in my slumber,
I realized there’s no hole left in my belt;
I had tightened it to its maximum.
there must be a part of me I haven’t recognized.
how much about ourselves
are we letting them slip through our fingers?
11.7.2023
I woke up in the middle of my sleep
because my lungs, gasping for air
as my throat growled with a cry.
I tried to remember what it was I cried for
but the dream had eloped into the darkness.
when I got up from my bed,
I felt a wet sympathy
and a desire to apologize
to my subconsciousness.
11.6.2023
The sun was bright
there were kids on a lawn
joyfully running together.
it was a good day to run.
leaves were leaking warm colors
brisk air hit the lips and nostrils
as my feet launched from the ground.
after a blur of rush of sceneries,
I noticed a smile.
thankfully, it was warm.
11.5.2023
it’s inevitable.
the feelings imbuing your heart
when there is a touch.
there can be so much connection
in what is said and what is not said.
but without the touch,
I wonder how strong it will be.
11.2.2023
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