Gray days in Taipei remind me that there is softness to be seen.
Time moves slowly and when I wander, my mind is clean.
Have you ever felt so free like you were unraveling the road in front of you with your eyes.
In your mind you build it, in your body you wield it.
This reality is dark green, tinged with a healthy pink.
In the past I let these eyes cloud with hues of icy blue.
The two sides of me couldn’t link.
Fragmented, disconnected, brainwashed, my heart working in overtime.
I promised you that I wouldn’t forget what I found in the sublime.
Are all of my promises meant to be broken?
After 395 days of exile my heart finally starts to open.
I can feel it aching and crying and it reminds me that I can see everything.
Every question and answer, every time and place.
The waters in me settle after so many months, rinsed through a baptism of remembering.
If only for a moment on this one gray day, I’m wrapped again in this pristine embrace. ///