I Know That Good-Bye Means Nothing At All

Good-bye to my country. Good-bye to my family. Good-bye to my friends. Good-bye to all that matters. Good-bye to the happiest people in the world. Good-bye to the infinite smiles. Good-bye to the out loud laughter. Good-bye to the prevalent hope. Good-bye to the hearts full of love. Good-bye to the uncertainty of days. Good-bye disappointing news. Good-bye insufficient opportunities. Good-bye fear. Good-bye despair. Good-bye sadness. Good-bye anger. Good-bye repression. Good-bye to the injustice we don’t deserve. But also good-bye to the blessing that means family.

My Voice

My voice is the reflection of my feelings.

My voice is the speaker of my heart.

My voice is the melody of my thinking.

My voice is the freedom of my mind.

A Picture Worth A Thousand Words



Nothing escapes from it.

I am always hungry.

                             

Have you tasted anything better?

No matter if it's clean or not, I am always smiling.

My guilty pleasure.

Actually, I don't read a lot.

We are always on the same way.

                                    

A very special little person.

I Hope The End Never Finds Its Time

Behind every smile there is another story.

Behind those smiles is the prevalent fear of  separation.

Every story has two sides.

Not everything is what it looks like.
I can't do anything about it.
I am just the background of those feelings. 

The American Me

Independence

control, out of control

growing, changing, learning

trial and error

Decisions.

 

Diversity

culture, people

admiring, respecting, enriching

we are all equal

Freedom. 

The Real Me

Love

union, happiness

shining, connecting, inspiring

making the world a better place

Family.

Optimism

hope, faith

wishing, trusting, believing

goodness pervades

Dreams.

We Are Who We Are

You are the fearless love,
the simplicity of life.
You are the guiding light,
the compass and north.
You are the sweet melody of the Christmas bells
and the happiness of living.

However, you are not the lost feeling of desperation,
a lonely heart,
or the unfortunate of going nowhere.
And you are certainly not an old piece of chocolate,
There is just no way you are an old piece of chocolate. 

It is possible that you are the tricolor of my flag,
maybe even the stars in it,
but you are not even close to being the vain lyrics of the anthem.
And a quick look in the mirror will show that you are neither a meaningless speech
nor the tragedy of losing freedom.

 

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am hope in the hopeless hearts.
I also happen to be the shelter of the forgotten dreams,
the beaming light of fairie's eyes,
and the dimensions of a child's reality.
I am also the blinding image of a woman's stare
And the bittersweet taste of victory.

But don't worry, I am not the fearless love.
You are still the fearless love.
You will always be the fearless love,
not to mention the simplicity
and somehow the life.