I'm trying to write how I speak

but looking to the sky has no sound.

Half eaten breath

sliding across my tongue like a piece of candy.

After years of sewing sentences together, trying to accelerate my youth

you have offered me a new language,

with hope that there is an end at the end, and it will be glorious.

If I ever believe these things you proclaim

I will put the pen down for good;

Nothing more to say, to discover, to spell.


But I do, I do want to write.


Each day that passes, picked, ripe, then rotten,

I conjure up the courage to just kneel and listen to the words.

I shake my memory box

and you survive, you rise to the top each time.

After this thought, there you are, and after this thought...


A particular one, that has caused much disruption

is that

if I ever become someone else,

with pain that isn't mine,

with a different tongue, with different breath

you will still remain the greatest moment of my life.

You hold the last word I will every say,

and somewhere along this life I will receive it,

whispered into a pillow and placed under my head

and as luck would have it, I am unattractively curious about what it is...


Until then,

I try to write how I speak

days have too many teeth;
the night is a blood orange.

so squeeze it.

squeeze it until its worthy of a cup
in the morning
next to your eggs and hot sauce.

read it back.

Rainbows after the rain, and a flower that bloomed with the cold,
are abundantly changing colors.

I fell in love with you that day,
as you gazed up the crimson sky.

That one instant in a scene of the dramatic film
Won't disappear, because it's etched into my heart

It's you, you who taught me.
If the darkness shines too, then it'll become a night of stars.
Don't hide your sadness behind a laughing face anymore,
Because all the twinkling stars will shine on you.

I forgot to sleep, and the sun that came out to meet me pierced me so much.
If I see you, I even forget the headache that carries my foul mood.

This stillness is romantic, like sugar melting in black tea.
Your voice, it goes around my whole body.

It's you, you who gave me a smiling face
If tears shine too, then it'll become a falling star
Don't separate those injured hands anymore
Because tomorrow will come to the sky filled with wishes

The light that guided me was you
I was drawn, and I broke into a run
Before I knew it, we were beginning to cross paths
Now's the time, if we can just shine here.

It's you, you who taught me the darkness will end.

Is the answer at any time by coincidence? Is it necessary?
Some day the road that we choose will be our destiny
The hope and the anxiety you grasped tightly,
Will surely move us forwards and become with the light.