
The boundless Sea
Has no walls
It sprawls and sprawls
Until it can
No longer be
Context (if you’re interested):
The sea rushes to meet its boundary with nonexistence.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

The boundless Sea
Has no walls
It sprawls and sprawls
Until it can
No longer be
Context (if you’re interested):
The sea rushes to meet its boundary with nonexistence.

I endure
Swallowing my daydreams
Realizing there is no hope
In ever being understood
Context (if you’re interested):
This is an alternative version of my poem from yesterday with different themes.

I endure
Swallowing my daydreams
Dark pits in my throat that fuel
My long walk
Context (if you’re interested):
This is based on a poem my friend wrote.

In this inner world,
I prefer my memories
Remain clean and safe.
Context (if you’re interested):
Too bad they only stay that way for about two seconds

Are my hands
Just clasping at the wind
I will build and build
This world
That I want to see
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on a poem my friend wrote and my unquenchable thirst for a better world

Are my hands just trying
To grasp the wind?
My longings escape me.
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on a poem my friend wrote. I am thinking about my endless longings that always seem to disappear when I grasp them.

Shrouded in mist
Where are you, oh, mountain peak?
What mysteries do you hold?
Context (if you’re interested):
I was hiking in Jiuzhaigou in Sichuan. In the morning, the mountains were shrouded in mist creating an interesting effect. It felt like the mountain itself was a mystery slowly revealing itself through the fog.

When you ponder the
Utter vastness of the world,
Life can feel like a dream.
Context (if you’re interested):
Our lives can feel so small as to seem unreal when you consider how big the universe is.

It takes an ocean
To sink such a massive ship.
Oh what majesty
In the waters that it could
Swallow the Titanic whole?
Context (if you’re interested):
I frequently marvel at the ocean. It is both wondrous and horrific.

Where lies the root of
Your belief that you are a
Hard person to love?
Context (if you’re interested):
This one was based on a conversation with a friend about insecurities.