Stay at the Presence

With a little rain, Hanoi is powerful enough to make a soul stop at some point during its hurrying journey. 

Trying to keep my consciousness away from the stomach ache that is preventing my mind from focusing on reading a book, I start to think about those who are important to me at the moment. I am not looking too far into the future.  I am not turning the head back to the past even just a little bit. What my eyes see now is simply the presence wearing a shape of my heart which has four chambers:

One is a chamber of love and appreciation I fill with smile and tears of my parents.

One is a chamber of memories I fill with peaceful faces of Tokyo night who never forget me and who I will never be able to forget.

One is a chamber of passion, excitement and a lot more I fill with crazily awesome kids, HDC crew, with whom I dance my whole wonderful summer.

The last one is a chamber of hope and sorrow I selfishly fill with the one named me.

The heart always beats to the fullest to carry those invaluable four chambers.

Now somebody is telling me how about not looking at the presence anymore. Why don't let  the heart take a rest for a while. Just close my eyes and fall asleep. What is next? Hanoi, decorated by  its beautiful darkness will embrace the ones I love.

Good night.