May 2010
on the way home
on the way home from work today,
when papa ngo picked me up
the only sounds that was heard were sniffles
this time, from allergies instead of tears.
i’ve never appreciated allergies so much in my life.
April 2010
“I know how you felt about me. I knew all along. You’d break up a little,...”
– http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me
the ngo family
11 year old baby bro ngo: hey ashley there's this girl in school.
big sis ngo: okay... what about her?
baby bro ngo: i don't know i see her around a lot
big sis ngo: hahahaha, do you like her?
baby bro ngo: well... whenever i see her i want to punch her face in until she looks normal.
and to think
and to think i would’ve stayed. i travel, group to group. i make my presence known, i make my statements, i make my imprint on their lives, not knowing if i’d be remembered in two, three, four, five years. but i was there in their lives. and then i go. away. fade away. reducing the polygon to a circle a tiny circle, a dot. to nothing. and that’s what i do. i come and go, ebb and...
