Dear Pen,

Throwing water through the sky

sometimes I cry without any reason or any need

Yet the melodies of breathing loudly,

Ohay-Ohey ,

This joy,

I find -hiding and seeking

underneath the journey of my purse

in the back alleys, off sidewalks

Ohay-Ohey,

I stoop, breaking through  silence-halls in my mind

I empty all my

worries-sifting

Ohay-Ohey,

growing up in courage

we’ll meet again.