I’ve become a part of the morning. Sleep doesn’t sit well with me lately because my body has gotten used to my odd sleeping hours. Before I know it, I see the light stream through the kitchen blinds. It’s quiet everywhere. It seems so innocent and peaceful and I forget for a moment that the world isn’t like this all the time. It’s not even 6am and I feel this consuming energy.
Before physically sitting up from bed and walking to the living room, I let my eyes rest and listened to the fan blow air in the humid existence that is summer. I thought about my health, my future and the delicious ramen noodles I ate last night.
I tried the spicy one with roasted chicken this time and it was really good. After I tried his curry one, it didn’t taste the same. It’s interesting how quickly perceptions can change like that.
When I finally got up, I walked passed the fan and I immediately thought of being on an airplane. It made sounds like the ones you notice in the background when you settle in your seat and decide to try to nap to pass the time on the flight.
Seeing the light through the window is like a “We are open” sign on the doors of shops. It’s the signal to early risers who need to get ready or they’ll be late for work. The light represents a new day unlike the one from yesterday. The pigeons will scavenge for food, the buses will make frequent rounds and I will be me, like you, making things happen and living today as to how we perceive life to be at this moment in time.
Good morning to you.
Photos presented were from past events.
The letters were scribbled on rubbish.
They left their farewell on the back of the receipt.
Oil absorbed through it creating the mark of
Unavoidable interruptions in our long conversations.
The night we decided to talk was at the pub down the street.
Water droplets and old crumbs were on our table.
We wiped them away with a napkin we found nearby.
It was still greasy, but we settled anyway.
How many hours, I wonder, did we waste?
When we tried to balance the check of this relationship.
It’s not easy to split the portion evenly, as we both remembered.
It’s moot to add, subtract, multiply and divide.
What did I provide to you, my beloved?
A deep comfort kind of feeling only I can deliver
Or just a craving you needed to satiate?
Passion isn’t solely represented in the final product of someone’s creation. Being passionate towards something or someone is one in which takes a lot of time, energy and patience. I don’t think it needs any other qualities than that. It can be seen in the devoted late nights of doing research on this one particular area of interest. Passion can be felt in the soreness of your muscles from the energy exerted to learn more about the chosen subject, project or idea. It requires a kind of loyalty that comes from endless times of making mistakes or re-examination or further analysis. Passion is consuming.
Passion (originally posted on September 16, 2014)
Blinded by inner sensations
Cause and location are unknown.
Feeling gutted in the heart.
Feeling heavy from the start.
Feeling force in the mind.
Passion is not light.
It does not breed weakness.
Passion is a fight
For feeling what’s right.
Time is timeless
Will is all that matters.
very delicious. one of my favorites at a Chinese bakery. Must try, for sure.
best described as crunchy sweet topping, soft dough with sweet custard filling.
sometimes dad would get my family some of these pastries after he got off work. i remember what a special treat it was. as the tables have turned, i sometimes get my family these pastries when i get off work. i am so appreciative of these little cute connections to warm memories i live for.
Unpack the heaviness,
Tied around your soul.
Combine the ease and calm,
To create a waterfall of healing.
Nourish yourself with sweetness,
Strength, power and energy.
A life is to be lived,
Happiness to be gained,
Wounds to be healed.
Dream catchers of the sky,
Grants wishes to hopeful hearts.
Guiding lights to sailors on open seas.
Dances in the twinkling eyes of lovers
Signifies the natural world of wonder
Escapes into the blanket of the midnight moon.
I walked over to the kitchen to set-up the dishwasher and in passing the window, I smelled summer. It’s what I smell on him when he comes home from work driving with the windows open on the highway. It’s the scent that creeps on me when I sit comfortably on the couch and I had just come back from a hike and it’s all over my clothes and my arms and my legs. I love this smell. It’s warm from the sun, but very airy and refreshing from the water from the flowers, the rain and just the humidity that encompasses everything this time of year. Take a deep breathe when you find yourself among the trees, sitting outside on your porch watching the sky or taking a casual walk in the neighborhood. Summer’s here. It’s alive and energizing. It’s the smell of possibilities.
Why we run is a force we sometimes don’t understand. The ground is tough and so are our hearts. To continue beating through the times that we think we can’t, it does. When we can’t catch our breathe, we can. In the end of everything, we are strong individuals. Living beings that walk among this entire planet is a remarkable existence in itself. With faces, creative minds, voices, styles and skills take us so far in life to live our lives. Strength comes in varying situations and everyone handles it differently.
you hitchhiked into my heart
like an arrow flung from the bow
from an angel in the air waiting for love.
one minute i think of nothing
and the next, it’s this. just this.
it started with the window.
the air, the floral, the clouds
i fell deep into the powers of calm.
i haven’t looked back. not once.
because once life is seen this way,
it’s hard to see it any other way.
but sometimes being lost happens &
navigation is hard without an address.
can’t gps my way back to the open road.
so i’ll keep an eye out
for the next angel i see in the sky.
A film I made with the footage I had captured at Oahu, Hawaii. There is beauty in nature. There is beauty in the every day. There is beauty in the sky, ocean, trees and every living thing on this earth. I hope everyone is having a peaceful day.
The lonely visitor sculpted a secret destiny.
He walked by the road to success
And pondered by the side of confusion
And waited for the confirmation from affirmation.
It never came.
So he embarked on a new journey.
Into the forest of possibilities was a sight to see.
Life of all forms were taking place in his existence.
Without any bother at all, without any hesitation.
He sat by this enormous tree of spirituality.
The roots were strong and wise;
Igniting a flame from within by staying grounded.
The visitor was no longer lonely.
He walked on the road of freedom.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
-fix you by coldplay
As natural as anything grown in the soil,
There is a light that grows in our inner core
Streaming out when we smile to the world.
Hold onto this guide in you,
The world can be hard to navigate.
Dark waters can drown us if we fall.
But if we unite together like family,
Darkness becomes the light we have.
the power of the people
(originally posted on December 5, 2016)
Strength in kindness,
compassion, and love
Comes from one person,
Standing with another & another.
Holding hands & protecting each other.
(originally posted on April 10, 2015)
a love so strong
tides and floods,
battles and loss
can never defeat.
love that renews
over and over
not even close
if ever lost,
a thousand moments
will be dedicated
to rebuild a love
Silver thimbles hung on twiddle thumbs
On guitar strings strumming goodbye songs.
Uncover the lost messages in this puzzle game
As I spew out metaphors of this heartfelt strain.
Wrap me over your shoulders as I hang on tight,
Like a baby girl sleeping in soft blankets delight.
Nourish my wounded ego with salted teardrops
Avoid crossing the lines and running red light stops.
We have to make it. We gotta get there.
But how does that saying go, “life’s not fair?”
inspired by singer-songwriter mitski’s song first love/late spring.