Empty Room

Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night was one of my habits for the past few weeks

Tonight, I realized that the room was empty. I could no longer see the person back of her head staring into her wide screen monitor as she consoled her loneliness throughout the night.

Tonight, I stared into the empty room lit with a warm yolk color light, beaming as if to welcome the lonely eyes that had become a regular to this space.

Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night, I wondered where the previous occupant will be staring into her blue monitor tonight.

6.9.2020

Wave

Plunge into the legions of wave crashing forward.

There’s nothing to worry afterward.

Yes, a fate is to be gambled as always,

Yet that’s where the fun is at anyways.

Whisper of Death is always nigh,

Not a single wave will deny

Such delicious chance to swallow

A soul dancing such as a swallow.

Spare me your contemplation ’til my funeral

Ripe is the time; alight is my resolution;

Surfing through a narrow path, for the path is ephemeral

Ride through the legions in blitz like a blind man in indignation

6.8.2020

Fury

Open your eyelids wide,

Don’t forget what is true and what is fake,

Baiting on your mind so fragile (yet you do not know)

Silent orcas looms underneath dark shadows of the blue ocean.

Stare up into the sky, ponder upon the nets of constellation,

True north is where you’re bound,

Open your eyes wide and stay vigilant.

The end will be already here.

6.7.2020

Boat

Another tide will come, carrying the fate along with it as well.

We’ve fought the fights, we’ve endured the inévitables.

Longing for the land that seems like an illusion so far, where do we go from here now?

Hold on; you say. Yes, gravity seems heavier than usual.

Liberation? Yes, hopefully it shall come.

6.4.2020

Gamble

‘Life’s for a gambler,’ you say,

Gamble for what, though?

Vainglorious attention, lust, or obsession?

I’d say, for survival; for freedom; for life.

Focus. What’s happening now? Who’s been hit, robbed, or deceived? Why?

Think. What’s going to happen now? What are you going to do?

Execute. What’s time, before the deadline, till the weights drop dead? hold your ground.

Pray.

6.3.2020

Prayer

Please, look after yourself.

Let your heart bloom into beautiful vignettes of your memory

Let your fluttering wings spread beyond the horizon of sky and wield gusts for wind vortex larger than the abyss of a black hole

Let your body move with passion and freedom.

But please, look after yourself.

6.1.2020

Sunflower

How is it that you are so illuminating. How can you be so lively without closing those eyes even once.

Whether under the morning sunshine, or under the yellow LED light, your face that brightly smiles as if you have not known even a trace of darkness

I adore it so much.

Even just watching your face makes my heart beat like a ray of sunlight that pierces through a gap of window opening and shines the dark basement room.

Come, my dear.

너는 어찌 그리 밝은 것인가. 눈 한번 깜빡하지 않고 너는 어찌 그리 생생한 것인가.

따스한 아침 햇살에도, 노란 조명 아래에도, 마치 한번도 조그마한 어둠 한점 본적도 없다는듯, 환하게 웃는 네 모습

정말 좋다.

보는것만으로도 마치 창문을 열어 그 틈을 비집고 들어와 어두운 골방 안을 환하게 밝히는 햇살처럼 두근거린다.

오라, 그대여.

5.31.2020