the storm

the winds never cease to blow me away.
from school to work,
it leaves me breathless.

and every time a light would pass
through the mess hurling around
and with me,
stronger gusts would awash me.

this storm, how could i stop?

for i haven't learned the right prayer.
for i haven't seen the inspiration.
for i couldn't understand the hymn.

would this put me into a life
contained,
consumed
by a continuous hurricane?

biking

it was a good thing that
the pedestrian lane wasn't that far.

and horizontals led me
to be constrained on
white with pink and white lines.

i knew i feel much safer in here.

and the new set of lines seemed
to be endless.

or not. because after the bridge,
they would suddenly disappear.

this might be the same feeling,
that they are trying to avoid
when driving alone.

at least i had these cars.
as music to my ears which
supposedly be covered with
earphones.

i couldn't stop thinking
just like how i envisioned
the lines would never cease.

this third set of broken lines
signaled me to take a turn.
and "halt!" said the lines.