a tiny little worm
ate green leaves
threading a thin string
so soft but so strong
though it may not be glamorous
its work sure is splendid.
5.2.2024
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
a tiny little worm
ate green leaves
threading a thin string
so soft but so strong
though it may not be glamorous
its work sure is splendid.
5.2.2024
let your voice be out
do not fear.
do not regret.
walk freely and talk loudly.
you matter.
5.1.2024
where papers made of gold
fly about the world
let you stance be grounded
through the rains of iron questions.
believe in what you know
and move with confidence.
4.30.2024
I took off my classes
as I walked through the city at night
I didn’t realize how bad my eyes were
and much I depended on my glasses.
4.29.2024
like a half dream
I remember
the blue sky
when the wind blew
I felt the chill in shadows
from the top of the tower.
no one was there
but to witness the shadows.
when darkness arrived.
they all sank into it.
4.28.2024
beneath the skin
we felt the same
rhythm and colors
glory of the world
yet above the skin
we forget to look
beneath the skin.
it’s okay.
4.27.2024
stay.
remember me.
I know you.
thanks.
4.26.2024
little did I know
when I smiled,
I got the rain,
not the sun.
when I smell the scent of the spring,
I stayed inside, fearing the storm.
but I missed the radiating sun.
so let it be the case:
I will live my life without fear anymore.
I will care for myself
I will make plans for myself
and I will make a world for myself.
when I have enough,
I will give.
4.25.2024
I have glimpsed the eye
and I knew what the rest would be
puzzles started to fragment into each one
unveiling from the fog of ignorance.
I am starting to see what it all means
and how it should proceed.
please let me not forget this moment.
may this last for a bit longer.
4.24.2024
I remember listening to Mitski when I used to work at a hospital call center in 2019. The call center was located in the middle of a suburban New England neighborhood. I remember that next to a newly built flat office building was a forest with a walking path and a river that separated the forest from the vast green front yards of castle-like houses. I used to walk through that forest during my lunch break in fall, winter, and spring. I used to listen to music as I walked alongside the river. I remember listening to Mitski for the first time.
It was 2019. The work was hard, and I was focusing my energy and attention on my studies every day to get into medical school. When too many people call the call center, my ears get tired of listening to a person crying, shouting, and cursing. My mind would slowly get heated with too many details to remember and too many details to forget. Filled with pent-up anger, sadness, and fear, I would pull out my Airpods, step out of the office through a glass door into the crisp, fresh air, and walk into the forest.
Listening to Mitski’s voice, you feel camaraderie. Her voice is passionate, defiant, and unapologetic. She does not depend on others; she searches for meaning within herself, clawing through the chaotic path of soul-searching. It’s not for the glory, not for fame, not for recognition, not for love. But rather a burning desire to understand the origin of her burning desire for life. When you are walking down a dark hallway alone, seeing someone else walking by themselves in a long dark hallway gives you irresistible resilience. That’s what I got from Mitski. We may be insignificantly small, but we have a burning desire for a lived experience. To get there, we will exhaust whatever we can. And when we look back, we will have no regrets.
4.23.2024
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