Life is definitely a loop.

Just like what we see in those movies.

We wake up every day,

because we do have—

a purpose to grasp,

a purpose to discover.

Each day is different,

because something can change.

And I call this—

“God’s plans.”

He chose us to live,

to make something of ourselves.

That is the greatest blessing to endure.

We are all in our time loops.

And if we don’t change,

we’ll get st...

We gain temptations,

and curiosity—

when we see those walls

and gates.

The closer we get,

the more our minds tick.

It’s beyond the challenges

that might even blossom.

We gain more temptations

when it’s always prohibited.

And so we ask—

endless questions.

Maybe…

we’ll find freedom.

Maybe…

we’ll find safety.

But are the gates and walls

trying to protect us?

Or trying to hide us—

from the eyes of...

You were right there,  

beside me—  

and then,  

you vanished.  

I tried to hold on,  

to keep you from slipping,  

but silence is heavier  

than arms can bear.  

I hear you in echoes,  

I feel you in fragments,  

I see your reflection—  

like water trembling in me.  

I follow the faint trail  

of your guidance,  

hoping for a sign,  

a whisper,  

a flicker of light.  

Or—  

were you ever ther...

Dancing with the lights,

as I hear my own echoes

across the scenery of the stadium.

Dancing with the wind,

as I run across the spotlight,

in the center of the scenery of the stadium.

Cries of joy,

cries of laughter,

cries of—

I finally made it.

Dancing with the cheers,

as they scream my name

across the scenery of the stadium.

Singing for love,

singing for peace,

singing for—

I finally feel k...

The mask is slipping,

as soon as you cross the door.

I can see—

you’re hurting deeply.

I get it though.

I’ve been there.

Searching for someone to lean on,

a shoulder to cry upon.

But instead,

you only have your pillow

to absorb it all.

I try to act tough too,

hiding behind smiles and laughter—

but even they

become conflicted emotions.

Still, it’s okay.

I’m here for you.

I may be a stranger,...

If there’s a favorite child,

a ghost child is slowly born

within the shadows.

I don’t tend to be home,

I’ve never craved it.

I’ve always been by myself,

As I slowly faded.

I don’t tend to be around,

Since they’ve never wondered.

Time drifts by,

As I quietly seek out.

They don’t remember,

They don’t remember—

Me.

Anything

that has to do with me,

They don’t remember.

I do want that

mommy-bear e...

I know you didn’t want to

become one of them…

But life is so messy,

so heavy—

all in your hands.

You’re caught in the present,

in sorrow and distress…

Afraid that the things

that you love

might slip through your hands.

And I know,

you are trying your best.

But they judge you…

in every single way.

Even if the ocean is true,

you are stuck in your sailing blues.

Can you see what I see in your eyes...

Our making of ourselves is set apart,

Distinct, authentic, holding worlds within.

Created each in difference, not the same,

To guard the vast originality of life.

And yet, we humans fashion random words,

To mark another as unlike ourselves.

We craft a gaze that names them “different,”

As if that means they stand outside the whole.

But when I call us “ethereal,” I mean

_N...

No matter the circumstances,

make sure to count on me.

Hold my hand

when you need reassurance.

Lay on my shoulder

when your tears need to flow.

You’re special to me—

from the moment I saw

your tiny figure

in that soft pink crib.

That’s when I knew

my role.

No matter the distance,

the time,

or the place—

know that I’ll always protect you.

I’ll follow you—

quietly,

faithfully.

You will always hea...

Awakening

Awakening—

Drifting truths

Soon become

Fireworks.

Drawn in closer,

The more—

You’ll see it spark

In a blink of an eye.

Awakening,

Believing freely—

Freedom,

Like flying columbidae....