Like when the wave, after splashing you as if you were a child,
Recedes, as if you were a stranger
As if you will muddy her waters
She too, began her indifference
God, tell me, why everything
Turns out like You,
Graceful, and yet
Unreachable
Like when the wave, after splashing you as if you were a child,
Recedes, as if you were a stranger
As if you will muddy her waters
She too, began her indifference
God, tell me, why everything
Turns out like You,
Graceful, and yet
Unreachable
A wave of somethings appeared out of nowhere Thoughts, recollections and some debris Some, questioning if my memory is true Others, smiling with kindness at me— but still unhappy at my worries That I didn’t create...
He asks me, "Do you remember?"
"The Peet's Coffee place?"
"The bell we heard at the train tracks?"
Almost reaching to hold my hand
Then we drenched in rain. Then I said good bye. Then I drenched even more. Walking in Beijing never felt more earthy.
From an email exchange with Dachu (my brother), dated 6th July 2013: Here is the first negative thought: I often recall that I feel immediately better when I leave things worse than I found them at first. For example...
And so, Chairs sat in a line that went around Into another line and came back around With us in them, in the conference room. I sideways to you, but half my heart, (Was it left ventricle, or the right one?) Already...
You said it’s a miracle we met. I said I felt the same way. I said I was looking for you. I said I want to be your friend. Then there was a crash and a burn. I am still looking for reasons. Still counting the...
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