I write things to calm my nerves and my mind

It’s like a therapy

It’s a way for me to express myself


bitter thoughts #2

my sleep is no longer peaceful

my internal clock woke me every hour

so I can feel more bitter knowing you’re not by my side

I close my eyes and back to my la-la-la land

where I can be with you


little star


Little star born into these world without an ounce of worry and fear,

Only to  whine, yelling, crying, vomiting, gurgling, pooping,

Small feet, small hand waving for attention,

Harmless and spark conniving thoughts in us,

A mother with the patience of a mountain,

Continuously rocking and coo-ing their little star

With a tired mind, softly whispering ” sleep my lovely little star”