我试了十个 therapist
删了又装三个 app
他们说你要 love yourself
我说 I don't know what that is
Then I read a poem from the Tang
「举头望明月」— that's the thing
Someone 1300 years ago
Felt this same emptiness I know
Grew up in the West, but my roots are East
Confused about which me is the masterpiece
Then Li Bai said 「对影成三人」
And I realized — bro, you've been in my kitchen
He had wine, I got my phone at 2 AM
Same loneliness, different problem, same Zen
「独酌无相亲」— damn, that's me
No reply, no likes, just a screen and a dream
I kept running from the quiet, needed a reply
Then Wang Wei said — stop asking why
「行到水穷处，坐看云起时」
That's not a hack, that's just — breathe, it's fine
So I put the phone down at 3:14
Walked to the window, moon still there like before
No text back, no not if, no ring
Just a poem written for someone like me — waiting
F: What did you find?
M: Not an answer.
F: Then what?
M: An older question. Felt less alone asking it.
Look up
「低头思故乡」
But my 故乡 is right here
In a poem that knows my fear
But my 故乡 is right here
In a poem that knows my fear
