A face without name As I walk on a path in the hills Counting the rocks Under the beating sun I cannot remember I remember only to forget That face What’s the name? There are memories Faint visions but the face The face is always sharp In focus Each step I take I chew on words Ruminate on these images Fading A figure waves In the distance As I look up from the rocks And stop counting my steps I was so close But I already forget What was it that I tried So hard to remember? We walk towards the sunset Down the hill Into the forest And wait for the stars. – Fu Lien Hsu June 28, 2016
Are you nervous? Yes. Are you scared? Yes. So why? I don’t know. Why what? Why do you keep going? There is hope. There is change. Do things really change? Always. In this second, you already are not who you were. So that’s hope? No. Hope is believing in and building for that change. If you believe, then why are you nervous and scared? There is the unknown. We all fear the unknown. What is unknown? You never know what the future holds. Then what do you do? You hope.
*very very rough hahaha kind of rusty. I believe that we are born pure Clean without evil But why do these things happen So I descended into the darkness In my search for the meaning Of why Fog and mist crept in Covered every path Colored everything gray Trapped within the shadows Trapped within my cave Within my own head So I saw nothing Save for darkness And I accepted it as fact I came out tainted Forgotten my belief With no reminders of what came first But back into the light The sun shines Cleared away the shades Then I remembered Hope is what makes the world beautiful Because without hope there is no love.