Locked In Time

“Time is moving

With situations I’m not choosing”

Reminiscing the past when things were still slow. A time when everyone wanted to be long gone, but later a time we wish we never took for granted. We had spent our whole lives preparing for this mission. So much blood, sweat, and tears were shed to make it this far. Today is the day we will all be unleashed into the lion’s cave where our wishes will all be granted. When our wishes come true, we will never see each other. But, hopefully one day some of us will cross paths again. Goodbye high school.

Surrendering to Yourself

Surrendering to Yourself

“I can’t relate to my peers

I’d rather live outside

I’d rather go to jail”

Once there was a man who was scrolling through a neighborhood. He pointed to a white house, which once belonged to his childhood best friend. Inside the house, breakfast, lunch, and dinner was always served and prepared by the mother. On a normal day, the kids were at school and the father spent most of his time at work. The office was where the father dreaded to be, but could never back down because he built their whole lives off of it. The man vividly remembered the beautiful backyard from the family’s regular parties he was often invited to. The backyard was where birthday parties, neighborhood pool parties, and Fourth of July parties happen. Where children were running around, mothers chatting away, and fathers talking by the grill. It was quite the American dream in his eyes. As a child, the man always felt out of place during these interactions. Kids never wanted to play with him, while parents would give him glances. Then, the man recalled, why in the end, he stopped going to these parties. Regardless of an invite, coming from the wrong side of the tracks always denied the respect and affection he received from these types of people. Even as an adult, he refused to embody the American dream, as he was too worthy to surrender his life to this lifestyle much like his friend’s father did. After this memory, the man picked up a rose from the front bushes and walked back to his home he has lived in since those times.

Fireworks

One night, a man was laying on his bed with all his family surrounding him. Some family members were busy in the kitchen and some were in the living room by his side. Everyone was talking to the man, but he couldn’t hear or speak. The man had waited for this day to come, but most importantly he wanted it to happen in his home with the people he loved. In another room, the man’s children and grandchildren were searching through a photo album and reflecting on the memories of each photo. Everyone was occupied with something in the house, except for one little girl who was focusing on a beeping sound. At 2 am, the beeping sound stopped and everyone was in disbelief. The girl heard the same beeping sound in the form of fireworks later that afternoon.

Far Away Into Freedom

“Gone a little far

Gone a little far this time with something”

As the man puts down his paint brush, he steps back and acknowledges what he’s done. 

“Is it too much?” the man asked his professor.

“Did you unleash everything?” said the professor.

The man looks back at his creation. After 4 hours he had finally put down his paint brush. Like a ferret who had gone mad, the man was racing back and forth in the studio. Reaching for different cans of paint, or different types of brushes every time an idea comes to mind. In the end, he created a blob of blue, green, and red. Or maybe a mountain with trees and red roses. Perhaps even a butterfly. Either way it was his freedom that drove him to create this piece of art.

Waiting With Hope

“Don’t dream it’s over”

Those were the words my mother said as she wiped away my tears with her hands. The warmth of her hands provided me the comfort and strength I very much needed. After today’s audition, I wanted to give up on everything. Giving everything I got, it still wasn’t enough to receive a call back. It felt like I’ve made so many sacrifices just to end up with nothing. I was like a squirrel chasing after a dog. Maybe the squirrel was too weak to catch up to the dog. Maybe I’m not good enough for acting. Maybe if the squirrel tried chasing another animal its own size it would catch it. Maybe if I tried chasing something I’m capable of, I could succeed. This was the first time I came crying to my mother ever since moving to the city. My mother had hope in me and I didn’t want to let her down. Her advice and faith made me believe in myself and led me to continue on this journey