I hope you find a poet. You are worth writing on!
You have touched something inside that haven’t been touched in a long long time.
I wish I had met you sooner and I wish we had more time.
The things you said and all that you did couldn’t much hide what you really seeked!
Maybe you are the genius of this age,
yet I see through those pretence or maybe I am the imbecile.
All the words that we haven’t exchanged,
must not be left and so I scrawl these nutty phrases.
And I hope when you write, I find a small space in it to slide.
I know it will take a while, you still need to learn to express.
Infinity brings weariness Or maybe its just a state of mind.
Believe in something rather than doubting all that is alive.
For you I write while I am tipsy and edit while I feel sombre,
as you aid passion and yet assess my scribble!
(Picture Description: Hong Kong Victoria harbor)