I drove three friends to Julian today.

And along the way and the way back, I saw all of them fall asleep one by one.
I had told them earlier to bring pillows to sleep in the early morning hours while I drove.
And it was a good advice indeed for the weary passengers

At one point,
I looked back
And my heart felt cleansed and renewed
To see them sleep and have their heart written on their face
That they are at peace where no devil can hurt their ways
That they are one step closer to having a glance of heaven's peace
This is what brightens my day
This is what gives me hope
And the encouragement to keep driving, to keep pressing
That I may be the vehicle to let them be at peace
To get away from what may have harmed them, tormented them

This is what I see
When I see you fall asleep
This is when I feel as I have accomplished something
Albeit indirectly, but at least, it's allowed you rest

And that is all that is needed
To repay me for any good I have done
And to add to the debt I owe
That to see you slumber in peace
And no longer be plagued
By the surface worries of this world

"these talks i overhear make me uncomfortable. cus i feel like my life is still in pieces while other people's lives are slowly coming together and forming something."
- thuan (amatory)


the view from here
is quite lonely
everyone's lives seem to work well.
everyone seems to get what they want.
but I look at myself.
I look at the mirror.
And it shatters
Ashamed for me

I've turned away.
I've ran away
The traffic light says stop
But I can't see
So blind enough
That the lanes disappear
And the cars seem to crowd around me
Trying to make me someone
But not really at all

I'm driving
But my mind's off
It's away moping
The sadness grows

I don't understand
But everyone is running
Where are you running to?
Should I run?
And I ponder
Only to find
The crowd moved on.

I'm in a world
That I find no peace
How is it so?

Turn it all off.
It's time to turn off.
I realize my home is no longer here.
Only pieces spread out through the world

The world does not stop for death.
The world fusses about death, but then...
The world forgets death, pushes it aside, on to the next big thing.

How are we to understand what death is
Until we have met death
How are we to convey sympathies when death comes
Not to us but to others.

Death is the only escape out of this life.
The only way for us to understand
What we have missed in this life
Or have gained from this life.

But life moves on.
With every death,
The world continues on
Leaving the broken alone

Have many deaths have you seen?
That you begin to understand
Death is a scar to forever hold
That's only permanent to those who knew
the dead inside and out.

All others.
It's forgotten
In weeks.
Can you remember who died yesterday?
Open up the newspaper, read.
Sympathize for the homeless who have not yet died
Assist for the laborers who still live
Rescue the dying, for they have not died.

The dead has past.
But the living lives

Will you forget the living too?