Wooden Fish

At crossroad I stand clouds float, sun shines through, birds sing nothing is the same

Under metaphor I found no true salvation to confess to you

Most likely you have no idea what I am writing about, but that’s okay, that’s intended, and it will not stop me from writing. The reason is the writing itself has become a form of healing, a mean of reconciliation, a road to salvation. At the moment, writing is no longer communication, but a self-explanation […]

I bought a lunch box from 99 Ranch Supermarket, and drove back to campus. I walked to Leichtag building and sat down at one of many tables in front of building. I was ravenous, so I started to eat my lunch. Lunch was delicious and it was more than I can eat. The day was […]

At the end of the day, I still found myself next to my shadow. At the end of the day, I still found myself digging my own tomb. Spiritual companion, physical closeness, I am still incarcerated inside my own cubicle. Breaking out, over the years, merely a dent on the iron wall, not even a […]