After some months
The journey took me back
to the place where I used to belong

I used to call it an “expedition”
sharing life and stories with people
from different walks of life

Today, not knowing where I should go back
-after my visa expires-
I see everything in the distance

After taking a nap at the National Gallery of Art
I call my friends only to hear their voices
I can no longer see them, anywhere!
I wonder if all the people have disappeared
and new human beings were brought to the city.

I know the place, even how the streets cross,
But no longer the people!
RUN!
Run away from myself and catch up with myself
All at a time

Run up and run down
I want to
RUN!
I want to generate the wind
so that I can feel it.

“Who are you?” & “how are you”
I need to
RUN!
I need to discover myself
so that I can live my life

Run to destroy the balance,
Run to twist the reality,
RUN!
Run to cherish the moment,
Run to belong!

My marathon took me to the DuPont Circle
There, something remained the same
Memories and metaphors
Encounters and farewells
Moments were preserved for me
with slightly different taste

Finally,
I sat before the dawn
Under the map of Washington D.C.
trying to tell a story of my life
I’ve been running through

The departure,
That felt like a release from a hospital
was just a beginning of another departure

What have you given me?
Confidence, sore & pride
Think I can carry them all.

Poetry is emotion
Traveling  is a magician of intensity
How much should I hate my blood
to be able to love my own skin?

BOARDING COMPLETEDー
Nostalgia hurts (intense & pleasant)
Memories sparkle and fade away

I keep it
as a memory/ 7 months
with smiles

I have a Magic
and I feel it
everyday.

I received it
when I was the most
scared

It always tells me
to have faithー
everything will be alright.

I hold it
as I go to
sleep

It stays with me
until the pain
passes away
and protects me
from sufferings.

I soak myself in it
when the worry come
and thank for it
when I find myself in happiness
which will also go away.

It wears
Summer fragranceー
it’s color is changing
But I don’t want to forget
its tenderness

The Magicー
it is a warmth
that I can always feel
ー just for myself

A WORD is
an detective
to follow an unpredictable future
it travels ahead
And help me pave the way
so that I can get where I want to be

and is
a visitor
sent from my future
to check on
how I’m doing
so that I can become whom I want to be


A WORD is
a prophet
from my past
its gift arrives  
when I get lost
so that I can remind myself where I’ve come from

and is
an editor
of all the stories
it adds meanings
to what I’ve experienced
so that I can remind myself whom I’ve become