Looking through old works and times, I see the search for perfect words never seemed to slip my tongue.
Where has my poetry gone?
I hope to find them really soon under drawers of mispronunciation and soiled aged clothes.
Yesterday, I did what I said I would.
And luckily, I finished.
I’ll be releasing it really soon here.
Other than that, the days begin with fog.
The grey seems to settle down into a close-ground mist, eventually fading all together.
My cat, Haku, cries toward the sky as if trying to communicate with the birds.
I wonder what she tells them.
Sometimes I hear their call,
late at night.
And in those 3:33 AM moments, they seem to be the only thing on my mind…
I wonder why…
What will you do today?
Or is your day quite over?
Send me letter,
the oceans wide open.