for my Dad, who is sleeping in his coma

Melancholy chopped me in pieces
the aftertaste of the dream, of this bitter coffee
Of you waking up. You smiled. You talked.
You swam besides me, cracking the air with your laughs.

Torn again am torn
I wish to touch you now, feel to know under the skin, it’s still warm
To hear you call my names without sounds
To hold you as if every piece is mine, never lost.

Sorry when i let the clouds walk over me

a little love

i left my little heart in the town for you
though you would not need it for any use
can not eat, can not hold, can not even know
that behind me, with the little town, i left for you my heart

hush, listen to the wind
listen to life calling
am leaving now while you’re not knowing
in the sun drop, my little heart’s feathering your skin

hush, listen to life calling
hush, listen to love whispering

goodbye, March

floating in the haze, am floating in the haze
all i can see is the gray
ain’t i waiting to see it breaking through?
a smile, a ray of light, of love, any spark?

i dig a hole then go underground
wrap my own arms around
the grass in march smells very green and looks very fresh
sharp edge touches my skin, i feel no cut

here I roll on, baby, to the coast
lie down and wait for the sun to rise up
it’s march now. march’s floating in the fog
when autumn breeze strokes the air, i’ll be back

Word of the day:
KARUNA: LOVING COMPASSION

what color do you want?

i can’t go home soon, so go ahead and paint my bike.

okay. but what color do you want?

orange. yellow. green. red. whichever color is fine. i decided i will love it.

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i can’t go home soon, so go ahead and paint our house

okay. but what color do you want?

blue. pink. yellow. green. red. whichever color is fine. i decided i will love it.

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i can’t go home soon, so go ahead and make babies

okay. but what color do you want?

white. black. yellow. whichever color is fine. i decided i will love it.

Bad day

Did the coffee get cold and tasteless this morning you woke up?

Or you got stuck in a traffic jam with thousands of idiots non-stop honking?

Someone sent a stupid email canceling a job, canceling a promised money?

And your favorite dress was still in the wash?

Perhaps your partner called off the night for a business dinner?

Maybe the boss suddenly was in bad mood and raked his nails on ya

Or a complaint was sent to start dimming your career

Or just looked in the mirror and realized you looked shit?

You need to nibble on someone’s neck, kick someone’s ass, spit the yell onto somebody

As it’s a bad day, isn’t it?

Just to get along with, my friend’s husband passed away

The funeral is today

We all say: sorry, c’est la vie, just another leaves

Just that for both of them, it was hard enough to find each other when HIV-positive

Bad day, isn’t it?
Like every other day