I want to walk a thousand miles
of dirt and sweat.
To learn smiles.
On Picture Wall
Things can go off-track at any moment. But off-track does not mean right or wrong. It simply means… either fun or sadness will come knocking on one’s door. How will we cover our wall of memory?
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Ngọn đồi trong làn sương
Những đứa con bị bỏ lại phía sau mờ dần vào làn sương trắng. Ngày một xa dần. Xa dần. Đến một lúc nào đấy, chúng dừng lại, không còn cố gắng tìm đường về nữa…
Distance keeps it wronged.
There is a feeling I cannot obtain to see the world. There is a question opening my confusion. I was not invited to this world, can I leave this without any trouble?
This poem is nothing but a sear observation of rain and a blink of an eye.
Small Reaction. Small Retraction
Every night. A summer fell shorter.
Every day. I felt a little awkward.
There is a promise left behind.
There is a reason they step aside.
Black lung. Never meet the score.
Hi-standard. The record to never conquer.
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Blue Sky and Worn Out Satellite
Blue has its reason to appear on the color of our skies. Darkness has its reason to take over the domination. Assets are put aside when they are no longer useful. Some people depart on their last meaningful expenditure. Left, knowing they are out of use. Died, holding on to their true selves.
I Change My Mind Sometimes
Took a deep breath,
jumped off a bridge
but changed my mind,
now here I lie.
