We yearn for truth,
and seek beauty in life.

When we run out of words,
let our eyes do the talking.
Let the world silence our verse.
Let our bodies explain the actions.

We are infinite.
We are growing.
We are the essence of humanity.

I am yours, and you are mine...

We will search the world,
every rock,
and every path...

when there is no more terrain to cross

we will search the sea,
then the sky,
then the universe.

“It seems to me
as if every word in English language
is inadequate to describe us,” she said.

“We’re perfect.”

You came into my dreams last night.
I can't recall the details
but I remember you.

Do come again.
I shall be waiting.

*I will...
to sweep you away.

But I think I would have to yield for now.
I can't think straight.
And struggling to keep my consciousness.
Indeed, I can barely hold unto it.

Good night.

I'll be waiting in my dreams.
In that world of endless happiness,
secret longing
and resurrected hopes.

Please, don't be late.
Don't be late.
Say you will still love me in the morning,
Before I go.

*I will love you in the morning of this day and the next.
I will love you on every morning you awaken,
and even the ones you will miss.
I will love you to the point time no longer makes sense.

Hey.

The thing is,
I cannot find the words
to articulate the points of differences
between love and infatuation.

I just know.

I know I am not infatuated with you -
how can I be infatuated with someone I haven't even seen?
But,
what I have for you had surpassed the space between us.

It's like we are standing opposite to each other,
directly parallel,
with this gulf, this vast gulf between us.
Dividing us.

What I have for you
is not a bridge that connects these two lands,
nor a boat to deliver me
to that other land

but an element,
an essential element
in order for that bridge to be constructed
and that boat to be built.

It's a bit funny how the greatness of universities
from being the very institution
responsible for the cultivation of the critical mind
has been reduced to a mere store
retailing false assurance
and bits of paper.

What if the cure for cancer is just lurking somewhere,
somewhere in the head of someone
who happens not to have enough funds
to purchase the commodity
and privilege of education?