In the midst, Butterfly fly Dreading for the sun to rise On the brisk, night wind, butterfly soar Climbing high into the light blue sky A guardians over the passage of time Colorful tiny wings spread Feathers silently flaring Cheerful color shadows are everywhere This butterfly are one of them As a touch of light-blue caresses the sky Butterfly call out a piercing cry Like an arrow shot This Butterfly aim for the Highest Heaven

Half puertorican Half chinese. a flux. a story & a movement.

a single click can change your life.

I enjoy long walks on the beach, and poetry.