"The endless winter, frozen Seoul. Looked towards the sky; it was clouded, the shade of you all over" - Nell

you sit tucked away in a corner while around
chatter swirls up in wisps with the steam from teacups
piano footsteps brush the air while
rain softly falls outside
falling falling
falling

pitter patter pitter patter
dancing light, frivolous sounds
a turn here, a leap of faith there
some days you sit alone musing nothingness
too tired to think, too tired to picture thoughts and form words

there's a certain comfort while you watch others
bustle and hustle sweeping in and out
to carry on their own busy lives, worry their own worries
but you
you're frozen
at least for a moment in time
suspended in air

and you can't help but hope
when the time comes for you to fall
you won't come crashing down.

“I don’t know about my love. I don’t know about my lovin' anymore. All that I know is I’m fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin…” - James Blake

Isn't it weird. When I am at loss for words. And when I don't know my own. When I am silent with uncertainty and when nervousness bubbles up.

That is when

I fall.

"And everyday my world is spinning with you at the center. Hey do you know?"

how do you heal a heart. when it's been so shattered beyond repair.
how do you heal a soul. when it's been bruised and beaten up beyond repair.
how do you heal a mind. when it's been destroyed and mutilated beyond repair.

how do you save a life. how do you cure this sickness.
this sickness so ingrained into a person.

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." - Friedrich Nietzsche

here we sit on a bench resting on clouds. a deep and penetrating blue. just you and i
we laugh as we recall memories, tell stories, looking into each other's eyes perhaps windows to our hearts

but the wind blows softly of change. slowly it floats by but i will wish it come slower.
for when the train comes you will board on your journey
and i will have to go on mine

where will it take us, where do we stop?
and when we pass by each other, will you have the same longing that leaps in my soul?

Long ago~

Where has our time gone? Odd, when it seemed yesterday the world was in our hands only to rise to a broken tomorrow. Alas, the grains of sand have finally slipped between our fingers without us noticing, and we must follow the scattered wind.
Out we go empty handed, but full in our hearts and memories. Open minds and curious souls. We will journey separately, but never alone. Dear dear seniors. Thank you for these remarkable past years. Words will never be enough. Travel safely.

"People are so vulnerable at night. They're willing to spill out their soul to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky."

it's during nights like these i can't help but stay up
in the dark that swirls around me
breathing, a pulse
perhaps i'm not alone.

it's during nights like these i can't help but wonder
if sometimes
we're thinking the same thoughts
wandering in the same dream
feeling the same feelings

if we're both look at the same sky, the same moon, then are we not
together
next to each other
at least for a glimpse of time, a short moment, at least a fleeting second
...?

but what is this small hope of mine that
flutters and glows and fades.

it's during time like these i can't help but wish imagination were real.